an imprint in the common mind of The Havens, and
one day they will turn from the Darkness and journey towards the Light;
those that survive."
62 "Until The Holy Of Holies is gone," cursed Morn, "there can't even
be a beginning. Look at what this thing has cost the Havens. Their
civilization is one-hundred times older than the Hashons: but at the
Time of The Conquest, their technology was only a little more advanced.
The Hashons learned in ten-thousand years what it took the Havens
one-hundred-thousand years to accomplish."
63 "Free minds," explained his mother, "trained to expect the
unexpected, to seek the mysterious, to hunt the unknown, accomplish far
more than minds that are told EXACTLY what they are to believe and that
all else is untrue."
64 "I think I understand what you are saying," Morn told her, "the
Hashon Teaching that the only thing that you can be absolutely sure of,
is there is NOTHING that is absolute. A Haven couldn't even understand
what that meant."
65 "Your wisdom gives me pride!" praised Golden One. "Now you'd better
get to bed. It's only a few days before your final Tests and you want
to be bright and alert."
66 Morn kissed his mother good-night but hesitated at the door. "I
think" he remarked, "you have long stood on the brink of Ultimacy. It
is only your love for your people that keeps you from passing over."
67 Morn's mother smiled. "It is strange," she answered, "but I have
thought the same of you! Good night, my precious one."