Akasha!" I said. It was snatching a word out of the whirlpool of a dissolving dream.
"She did tell me! I said Akasha out loud." I looked at him, imploring him for answers. For some explanation of the attitude with which he stared at me.
I thought I'd lose my mind if his face didn't become expressive again. "Are you angry with me?"
"Shhh. Be quiet," he said.
I could hear nothing in the silence. Except maybe the sea. Maybe a sound from the wicks of the candles in the room. Maybe the wind. Not even their eyes had appeared more lifeless than his eyes now seemed.
"You cause something to stir in them," he whispered.
I stood up.
"What does it mean?"
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe nothing. The tabernacle is still open and they are merely sitting there as always. Who knows?"
And I felt su
