Erik twisted around, peering over his shoulder at the newcomer. For a short moment he scrutinised her in silence. This dream, this memory was something to which he was accustomed. It was a fact of his past that no longer filled his adult mind with dread so much as it did anger. Finally he slid off the table and drew nearer to her, circling round her without taking his eyes from her.

"Not once in my time here, after I left here, did anyone look at me with those eyes. It was always with ignorance or pity."