here did you learn to do that?
Shaka Zulu pauses and looks at the wounded Third Conscience before answering.
The dead eye revealed a great many things to me, he explains.
Nileen’s mind races, Dead Eye?
Yes. The dead eye that knows all things. It must be a creation born of the Sangoma.
She tightens her grip on his shoulder and steadies herself. The Sangoma has no creations — show me this thing you speak of.
“That is impossible,” he says aloud, “I can show you where it is laid to rest. Once it spoke its truths, I silenced it forever.”