indecipherable to all but the most blinded of students. For the blue dust of Wynnet blew about their eyes, and they too began to believe that they knew what was best for everyone, as long as everyone was excluded. It was Wynnet, the immortal material, the one who had never quite reached spirithood but stayed pulverized into something that would forever be blown about the earth, who might inspire them.
But even this, concluded Rimpon, would not break his rest for Earth-centuries to come.