He pushed Lady Dolores—who seemed stupefied by this reaction—aside and drew closer to inside a foot of Beheim. Beheim was charmed by his cold-blooded, too pink lips, his blushed eyes with their dark objective students, the debilitated clean of his skin, the attractive highlights decreased to a brutish fixity by haughtiness and tenacity. “I need you to grasp the destiny that anticipates you, cousin, for it is unprecedented both in its basics and its kind person.” Felipe showed the dark oval with an expressive motion, and—the signal being the office of further sorcery—the darkness was loaned profundity and structure, so it appeared to be that Beheim was peering into an empty eye attachment that managed the cost of a perspective on a vacancy figured by pale ghosts, winged substances excessively unclear and transient to distinguish. There was a weak surging murmur, similar to a breeze driving coarseness against a windowpane. He felt cold and slight, as though remaining upon the edge of an inlet into which one could fall until the end of time. “Hermeto DiLanza, a proselyte of my little girl, Alexandra,” Felipe said gaily, “she whose standing you looked to harm, he was the Columbus first to cruise the waters you currently study. In passing from one life to another upon his evening of judgment, he risked to brush past this specific murkiness, and remembering it to be a strange area, detecting a benefit to be had, he told nobody of his revelation and set himself from there on to uncovering its possibilities. Unfortunately for poor Hermeto, his explores didn’t go undetected.” He got the artistic doll of an extravagantly dressed moving master and woman from a nightstand close to Beheim. “Were I to permit my kids to do the unlicensed examination, I would without a doubt lose their regard. Accordingly, I greeted Hermeto one evening while he was investigating the void you see before you by joyfully pitching his workers into it. I thought it quite reasonable that he follow them.” He threw the doll into the oval. On penetrating the surface, it was suspended for a moment, the encompassing darkness uprooted, sprinkling out around the downturn it had made with the drowsiness of mercury, of some fluid heavier than water, a couple of drops flying into the air, drifting there momentarily, similar to peepholes punched through into an ebon sky, then, at that point falling back as the puppet retreated, turning gradually, comic in its solid joy, yet some way or another a pitiful and horrendous picture, those two painted subjects with their weaved silks and rouge-dappled cheeks wheeling down into the shortfall of everything, into the absolute dim. Not long before the puppet evaporated, one of the pale winged shapes came dipping close. Demise, Beheim thought; he had at no other time seen this spot, this specific Mystery, however, realized that it generally will be important for the dark country he had gone during the hour of his judgment, and the possibility of entering it, of suffering even a sad remnant of the torment and dread he had then persevered through, caused him to feel weak and precarious. “Captivating, is it not?” said Felipe, thinking about the puppet’s entry. “I have never acquired a palatable comprehension of it, yet I consider it a pool on the plain of death where things are suspended from judgment. All that it retains keeps on living after a design. In case you were as adjusted as I to the vibrations of the ether, you may detect the essential signs of Hermeto and his workers… and of the animals that torture them. I’m oblivious to their inclinations, these animals, however, I accept they might be a transformative phase of the soul to which Hermeto and his colleagues will one day aim.” He gave Beheim a happy smile. “I’m not sentencing you to death. Another alteration anticipates you. Or, in all likelihood Imay sometimes find how to recover what I have put away there. All things considered, I will recover you from the profound. Without a doubt, you will have a fascinating story to tell. So!” With another flowery motion, he welcomed Beheim to enter the dark oval. “Come now, cousin. Why bother of postponement?”