“Zana, get up; you need me, and I am here.”
“I do need some one; but who can help me?” I said despondingly.
“I can!”
“No, God alone can give me what I want!”
“And what is that, Zana?” he said, smiling.
“Light, memory. I would know who and what I am!”
“Well, child, that is easy!”
“To God, truly—but to him alone.”
“But why do you want this knowledge now more than formerly?” he asked.
“My father is dying in anguish from this want!”