Then she realized when he pulled at his reins, that he had six fingers
on each hand. Surely this must be Kadrug, because if it were Conabar he
would have had only five like his dead relation, the late Master
Rababull.
It occurred to Si'Wren without even questioning it that Kadrug must be
possessed, and she realized that in looking at the six-fingered one,
she was looking also upon a combination of the personality of the
possessor, a demon, and of the outward man, a vain soul, and she sensed
that this great 'free' warrior was but a proud and unknowing slave,
indwelt by hideous evil.
Now more than ever, Si'Wren found in this, even in the face of evil, a
proof of the righteous, Invisible God. For she could easily see an
unmistakable spiritual side to life, wherein evil and good, and all
men's souls, truly dwelt. All life within the visible world, like a
finger-drawing in the sand, could show only a muted portrayal of that
spiritual side. Like sand, or dust, it must eventually be blown away at
death, and give place to the true inner self, the spiritual identity,
and there would be found in the hearts of mens' souls, either the good
and true bedrock, or just so much foul and polluted slippery sand.
Looking into the man's lizard eyes, Si'Wren perceived all of this in a
flash, and shuddered.
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