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His words were not spoken by accident, for to be sent to the very edge of the country is never a good sign for any career. This time, too, the degraded Pacifier was chosen for this thankless job. This choice was all too appropriate, because when one fails to crush an uprising, one is sent to adequately more modest tasks.
And when Hastar wandered in his killing thoughts he felt a soft, feathery touch on his hand. Turning his gaze towards this sensation, he saw his newly acquired companion gazing into his eyes with unprecedented concentration. And we are not talking about the rather familiar, rational gaze of an animal, not at all. Events of this kind are not worth much attention, but what took place at that moment was.
For he did not see human eyes, but fully rational, filled with advanced thought eyes of another world, of course not literally. To put it properly, these organs of sight looked extremely unusual, their uniqueness awakened Hastar's consciousness which was already drifting slowly to the land of sleep.
- Do you want something from me? - he asked bewildered. Of course, he did not expect an answer, although an inner voice convinced him that he might still be surprised.
The bird turned its head, and this slight movement was followed by Hastar's eyes as if they had been hypnotised. This situation repeated itself several times, until finally the canary's singing resounded again. This time, however, it was not an example of weakness, but a deafening screech, turning Hastar's head, and only there. For no one else heard this animal call. Hastar covered his ears with his hands to no avail, only making matters worse, for oh that he realised his powerlessness against this little flier. The mind, as it is known, is the first and last refuge of man, when it falls, all is lost and therefore...
