Otherwise
“Didn’t you?I don’t know. Perhaps I did. I didn’t know it.When I was a kid, I wanted to find our things that were lost; as I grew up, and heard the stories of the saints, and listened to Seven Hands talk, I had another ambition: I wanted to be a saint. I wanted to have strange adventures, which I could tell of; and learn forgotten secrets, secrets stronger than the ones Once a Day kept from me; and make sense of the world in the stories I told.Painted Red suspected that what I really wanted to d...o was follow Once a Day; that perhaps she was the lost thing I most wanted to find.And she told me that what saints attempt to do is to become transparent.How could I know, that spring, what it was I most wanted, or what would become of me? And how was I to know that all of those things were true, that they would all happen to me, every single one?Well, I didn’t. What I thought was this: that despite what Painted Red had said about saints nowadays, somewhere in the world there must be a saint, a saint like the saint I wanted to become; and that what I ought to do first was to find such a saint, and sit down before him, and study him, and learn from him how to go about being what I couldn’t imagine being: transparent.Seven Hands and I had made many expeditions together, sometimes spending a week outside Belaire, just seeing what we could see.MoreLess
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