He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.