Even the wind, which could be seen in the motion of
the clouds and trees and in the waving fields of grain and prairie
grass, was of a truth not seen at all. And when the wind blew, did not
fire burn so much the more greatly?
Oh, that this supreme, Invisible God, who must be so like water, and
fire, and even the wind itself, and who surely hated all stupid idols,
might once show himself in all of His eternal glory!
Still Borla paused, no doubt bent upon her destruction for the imagined
curse, or at least very real insult, which she had apparently inflicted
upon him with a mere handful of water, but it was pointless for him to
persecute her merely for so mundane an act as slaking her thirst.
Gaining no satisfaction in any of this, he said to her, "Scribe, thy
services are needed. Hand me a tablet."
Obediently, Si'Wren turned to her kit, and fetched out and handed over
one of the requested objects to Borla.
Borla took the tablet, which consisted of smooth clay within a
split-bamboo frame, and turned it this way and that as he examined it
as if cherishing some holy relic in an almost reverent manner.
Then, with a look of perplexity, he turned it face-down and began
shaking it vigorously. With a dull series of wet plops, the clay shook
loose in a series of irregular pieces and tumbled out onto the ground.
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