Chapter 4“So?”, Coronado asked impatiently.
“Of course, my friend, of course.” the adjutant said after pausing briefly. Having looked into the eyes of the man opposite him, Castaneda abruptly shuddered, as if he had suddenly registered Coronado’s urgency, and hastily moved in long strides toward the cupboard. On its wide surface lay one thick crow feather, a black vial with ink and a scroll of unused, dusty paper.
“I have plenty to say, and this note will play a critical role in everything I’ve envisioned. Also, it will give you some clarity, although… there are still some things which haven’t been fully revealed even to myself. It is strange.” Coronado attempted to explain and returned slowly back to his bed.
Castaneda moved the candle to the small writing desk in the corner of the roo
