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    “Fear that deprives you of strength is called panic. Do not worry, hero of the war, I will protect you.”
    A beautiful young woman pointed out to the study. Approaching the door, the Stranger listened and said,
    “It seems there is no one there. I cannot feel anything.”
    “You are mistaken. I’m here,” a slightly croaking voice could be heard from behind the door. This voice could belong to the certain one man only.
    They entered a gloomy study: bookcases were crowded with folios; there were curious artifacts on shelves, and abstract demon masks, deities, and pictures on the walls.
    “It is impressive! I haven’t known that you like fetishes,” uttered the Stranger ironically, watching around the room attentively.
    The Soldier inhaled and held his breath: the host would surely push them out for this unceremonious treatment and that was if they were lucky.
    “Do not swear and don’t be afraid. I respect hospitality laws. If I let you in, I will let you out,” the Seer addressed the Soldier who expressively glanced at his companion and blushed.
    The Stranger did not want to combat the Seer or show disrespect, but he suddenly heard a slight Wind blowing. He slowly turned his gaze earlier directed at the red and brown mask of the God of war at the host. “Can it be the Seer?” The Stranger thought and looked him directly in the eyes. Suddenly, he felt slightly dizzy, got pale, swayed, he was short of breath. But the Wind helped, it became stronger not only in the head and shoulders, but in the arms and that could happen only in special circumstances. Wind came out of him and seemed to be above him at the same time. The jaw vice which seized the Stranger weakened, but he was gradually filled with strength and nothing could harm him, even the Seer who was capable to lull a large audience or make a crowd jump on one foot in one place in unison.
    “I haven’t come to fight you or show my strength, I have come to speak. Trust me,” the Stranger said slowly and distinctly.
    The Seer was shaken. He literally pierced his guest with his stare. His eyes became wet from tears and showed fear and pain. Seeing this misery of a great man, the Soldier rejoiced. He believed. He believed the Stranger.
    “I have never seen anything like that. What was that?”
    The Seer was speaking with difficulty. He sat down on a chair and pointed his finger at water. The Stranger rushed to fetch him a glass of water.
    “Please let’s not test each other. I have come with peace,” said the guest quietly. When he saw the host in that condition, he could not rejoice in his victory.
    “I haven’t tried to impact you to make you unconscious, I just wanted to feel you to understand what you live with. I haven’t shown aggression, but drove against a powerful energy stroke. Who are you?” the Seer was externally calm and was eying the Stranger without fear but amazed.
    “I need your help. Can we talk?” the Stranger asked.
    “Take a seat, but I doubt I can help you,” the Seer pointed at the chairs.
    The Soldier was the first to take a seat; he was no less surprised than the Seer. The Stranger took his seat, too.
    “I would like to know what you think about an important issue. I’ve heard something,” he started.
    “In what state were you at that time?” the Seer completely recovered. He made himself forget his weakness as a bad dream, absolutely erase from his memory.
    “I climbed up the hill and tried to tune in the heavenly wave and started to speak,” the Stranger hoped the Seer would understand.
    “Was it a dialog?” the host’s eyes shown smirk.
    “It’s not a theatrical performance. Why do you use such terms? Do you want to know if I can hear the Voice? Very rarely. But that requires a correct question. Sometimes I hear different voices as if I couldn’t tune on to a necessary wave in a bad quality radio receiver. And still I’m not sure if I heard my subconscious voice or really entered the Source of