There came unbidden into his mind words spoken months ago by an old man in the forest: The awful darkness of the bright lights of Es Toch. He would not be played with, drugged, deluded any longer. A fool he had been to come here, and he would never get away alive; but he would not be played with. He started forward to find the hidden doorway to follow the man. A voice from the mirror said, “Wait a moment more, Falk. Illusions are not always lies. You seek truth.”
