“Why not?” she asked. “I don’t mind, and if it will help make things go fester—”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He threw a tiny stick on the fire and poked it gently. The soft night breeze brought them many sounds. The muffled grunting from down the beach to the west was probably the water pigs they had passed earlier. The squawking from offshore, which rose and fell, came from the sleeping flocks of waterfowl. Far away, so far as to be almost inaudible, a big cat screamed once. Little waves broke on the beach in front of their camp, a gentle splashing which never ceased.
Hiero went on gently. “To do what would have to be done, I would need to get into your mind almost completely. Do you want me to know your innermost thoughts, dreams, hopes, and fears, many of which are in what the ancients knew as the subconscious? That means the part of your mind which doesn’t think so much as it does feel. Just reflect on that idea for a minute.”
Her face was serious in the firelight. “I see what you mean,” she said. “Thanks for being so patient. It’s hard not to want to do everything quickly, because it all sounds so marvelous. It’s a new world to me. But I see what you mean. No one would want someone else to know everything. Unless they were—or maybe not even then. I mean—”
“I know what you mean,” he said in a firm voice. “And the answer is no, not even then. If two people in love open their minds to one another, they always shield something of the conscious mind and all of the subconscious. Now let’s go back and review the techniques I told you to use in practicing. First…”
The next morning, Hiero felt a bit tired, but Luchare was as bright as ever. She wanted to work all day, and he finally had to call a halt, as much to give himself a rest as anything else. But when they rested at noon, he allowed her to try and call Gorm. To her inexpressible delight, the bear actually “heard” her mind voice and, as Hiero observed, seemed pleased too, almost as pleased as the girl herself.
The day was bright and clear again, and neither bear nor morse could feel the tingle of any coming weather change in their sensitive bodies. This made Hiero worry a little, though he said nothing as they journeyed on. The Lightning was about as close to being an infallible sign as existed in the whole Forty, While the priest felt himself to be only a mediocre artist in the use of the symbols, still he was not
