The emergence was that of a child-essence, closer than anyone to the first-born, and enveloped in this moment with what amounted to awe on the part of more than one Troop member. It was that awe which swept through the woman’s mind. Still hypnotised, the woman stared at what she perceived to be a small child sitting at her elbow. The woman began to paint a verbal picture of a very tiny, silent person, with a head of pale gold curls and a brown dress. “Sticky,” the woman said. “The little one is sticky.”
