“Caile” - with a smile Lathuma tightens my shoulder by his strong hand telling me - “enjoy the evening and enjoy the night, young augur. Tomorrow we’ll travel following lightnings in the iron island!”
Seeing his moist eyes, his smile and his head that nodded, it was clear that to him the programme would be exciting. For me not, absolutely not. I had thought to have finished my effort and at last to enjoy the Gift. Instead not, the lightnings.
I know well it. An augur reads also the disruptive strength of the sky, of the light discharges between clouds and earth.
The God, through the blinding lightning, talks, explains oneself, designs, reveals, prophesies. I was deluded myself that, in any way, the made travel would have marked on myself the signs I could have utilized in the future as
