There is an impious man among these initiates who means to profane my Sanctuary. Stop him, and you will have my friendship.
"Who is he? How shall I know him?"
I cannot name him. I cannot even find him. One of my divine kindred has sent him against me, and he is veiled from me. Watch, and find him.
"I will," she whispered, and the wagon driver turned around in his seat and said in a kindly voice, "Back there, now, mother, don't hang on the cart. You'll see Her plain as day when the time comes."
And Cynthia thought, but did not say, That's what I'm afraid of.