He faced forward again.
“And the third is that while not of the natural world, and not, strictly, supernatural, the Flashback is—nonetheless—eschatological. And it is by its hardships and uncertainties that you will be—”
He paused as though he found it suddenly difficult to talk, and not just because his throat had been torn out, which hadn’t stopped him before. That’s when Coup became aware of the red-orange sunlight shining in his face like a fire—Becker’s, not his own; impossible, of course—causing him to break out in a sweat, forcing him to squint and to turn away.
And yet he continued: “The mighty must be laid low, Mr. Black. And the meek, the small, the defenseless, brought up. Mark it well. For that is all I am allowed to ... All I am allowed ... Indeed it is more than—” And he j
