Farnor’s frown was deepening. ‘But people keep saying they let me in, for some special reason of their own, and they might well not let me out,’ he said, half angry, half afraid. ‘And...’ He was about to mention the overwhelming will that had possessed him before he fainted in the stables, but some inner voice prompted him not to. ‘Bildar said that theirs is the power here. That they can reach into minds — make people do what they want. That we — people — are merely tolerated.’
Angwen searched for words that would ease Farnor’s distress. ‘What Bildar said is both true and not true,’ she said, after a moment. She looked at him earnestly. ‘But I told you, they’re not like we are, Farnor. Almost everything about them is beyond our true understanding. They may have needs, ambitions, desires,
