Shakuni raised his eyebrows. ‘What are you talking about, my dear?’
‘Just that!’ exclaimed Vrisha.
‘It’s his old trouble,’ sighed Charvaka. ‘Do you know that this boy once came in and suggested to Karna that he was merely shooting at sensations in his mind! I don’t think you’ve ever quite got over that, have you, Vrisha?’
‘Sire, it’s you that hasn’t ever quite got it over to me! Which isn’t surprising, I suppose, since you say yourself you don’t really know what we talk about.’
‘That’s not exactly true, my boy. I know at least what we don’t talk about: we don’t talk about what you think we talk about.’
‘That’s not exactly true either, sire! I accept that we don’t talk about what I used to think we talked about. But that doesn’t help me understand what it is we do talk about ―’
‘Vrish
