"Ay, for sure. And why not?" The old fisherman looked at me with questioning eyes.
"Tell me, Ian, do you see any difference in me?"
"No, for sure, no."
Bewildered, I pondered this new mystery. Were we really three personalities, without as well as within?
At that moment the Will turned. I heard his voice fall clearly along the heather-fragrant air-ledges.
"We, too, are bewildered by this mystery," he said.
So he knew my thought. It was our thought. Yes, for now the Soul turned also; and I heard his sunwarm breath come across the honeysuckles by the roadside.
"I, too, am bewildered by this mystery," he said.
"Ian," I exclaimed to the old man, who stared wonderingly at us; "Ian tell me this: what like are my companions; how do they seem to you?"
The old man glanced at me, startled, then rubbed his eyes as though he were half-awakened from a dream.