“What are you doing?”
Avin asked with a hint of anger in her voice.
With great calm and without reservation the Kevutian answered her. “I am anointing others into the Fellowship of the Free Yocugu.”
Omin howled stepping forward with great annoyance. His motion was stopped by Avin’s outstretched arm landing squarely on his chest. He moaned as he hit the solid arm, then looked at its owner, but made no further movement.
Yocu is the spiritual inspiration of the Myshkans, not the Kevutians,” said Avin.
“The truth knows no race, no class, no distinction. It does not belong to one
people and not to another. If it is not true for all, it is not true. It does not exist in only one corner of the universe. Its light shines on all, for all times, and in all places,” said the man.
After a moment, the man said, “I am no one.”
“An unfortunate gift from Pa’Crolas,” he said.
The man only smiled. “Not anymore,” he whispered. “I am no one.”