“He says. Do you believe it?”
“Would you like to test it?”
“How?”
“By coming with me to the fumoir?”
She hesitated obviously.
“Mind,” he added, “I do not press it. A word from me and he is gone. But you are fearless, and you have spoken already, will speak much more intimately in the future, with the desert spirits.”
“How do you know that?”
“The ‘much more intimately’?”
“Yes.”
“I do not know it, but—which is much more—I feel it.”