“You will not leave,” said Wane, with steadfast purpose. With Lillia still in his arms, he reached down under his desk and retrieved an old battered brown leather bag which he placed on the desk.
“Sir, I can come back later,” said Sabienn politely.
Wane spoke plainly, “Tomorrow night you will be killed on Mount Farewell at the junction of the sister moons. There is only the present. You need to stay. Pull the box out of the bag please.”
Cautiously Sabienn walked to the desk and retrieved a small wooden box from within the bag. With his heart in his mouth, he removed the lid to view its contents. He let out a gasp at the realization of what it was he was looking at. It was an old wooden rice bowl. He knew instinctively this was the object that been pulled from the ADISS Convention in the
