He told us he sent to her very hard, on the beach, and got through; she must be a Natural. And that established a rapport. It’s happened before.”
Then there was a change. It was like a small light far off in darkness. She said aloud, though so softly only those nearest her heard, “Agat is coming here.”
“Is he bespeaking you?” Alla Pasfal asked sharply.
Rolery gazed for a moment at the air beside the old woman she feared; she was not seeing her. “He’s coming here,” she repeated.
“He’s probably not sending, Alla,” said the one called Pilotson. “They’re in steady rapport, to some degree.”
“Nonsense, Huru.”
“Why nonsense? He told us he sent to her very hard, on the beach, and got through; she must be a Natural. And that established a rapport. It’s happened before.”
