If one had the faculty of far-sight, one could see through the mists of time and pierce the veil of that once was. "Do you know what has past such that you know what will transpire," asked the master. Moclin snapped his attention momentarily back to the discussion. Yes, the vapors from the ceremonial fires must have swept him up with their soft enticing hymns that danced on ancient winds. His mind needed to arrive at an answer. Not just any answer would suffice since it was clear his teacher ...