And these were the cause!
There were many things he had intended to say should he ever confront the Gevethen, but all he could do now was cry out as the mirrors finally came together.
‘Abomination! What foulness conceived of this... device?’
The mirror-bearers fluttered to and fro and the Gevethen became an angry, gesticulating crowd.
‘Take care, Ibryen, for you are going to open the Ways for us. His Ways. You are going to carry us to Him who made this miracle. You will not want such blasphemies on your lips when you look upon Him...’
‘...look upon Him.’
‘I will do nothing for you.’
There was almost humour in the reply. Now that Ibryen was here and trapped, the impatience had become mere excitement. ‘You will, as you know, for we will kill your people, this raggle-taggle crowd that
