The time-worn books upon its shelves stood in solemn rows, like headstones, sacred to the memory of the men who wrote them--their titles like inscriptions half obliterated.

I did not see Rayel for days after the midnight episode that gave me such a startling revelation of his power.
"Do you think that Rayel knows everything that passes in one's mind--a vivid dream, for instance ?" I asked my uncle one day when we were alone together.
Yes, except when he is himself asleep.

His command of my dreams puzzled me at first.

I thought I had put the past completely out of my mind.

But I could not hide it from him.