‘Whether you want to or not, you do. It is the nature of thought that it passes from one to another. This it does more easily in sleep when all defences are down, particularly under the influence of this smoke.’
‘Please, take it away!’ Bardek cried as another jab of pain crossed Negg’s face. ‘I don’t want to hurt him.’
‘Choose well what you think, young man Bardek. It touches others and changes their lives.’ Bardek tried to push the stick away. ‘It is not just the smoke,’ she said softly. ‘The smoke facilitates. Have you ever noticed how a thought of yours has been picked up though no words have been spoken? ‘
He was silent. He had noticed it.
‘Think healing thoughts... encouraging thoughts... positive thoughts. See him well and strong, striding the causeway, singing.’
Whether he was
