Barhu was about to scoff. And then she thought, why, I’ve never asked my illusion of Hu to tell me anything that only Hu could’ve known. Because I know it’s not really Hu. Aren’t I, though? You never knew the real Hu; you knew your mind’s own awareness of her. Does it matter if that awareness comes from within or from without if one is true to the other? What I carry is the image I’ve made of Hu, my record of her beliefs and the method of her choices. It’s the law of being Hu: and that is enough for me to carry and to tap for strength. Isn’t that a soul?
