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his discovery, though somehow it did not really surprise him. He's doing the same sort of thing Adam does -
helping him, starting to guide that girl safely into a hypnotic trance, so she won't be afraid. And it isn 't the
first time they 've worked together this way!
The priest had brought two fingers to rest lightly over the pulse-point in Helena's wrist, and was speaking to
her in a voice too low for Peregrine to make out the words, but his expression was serenely distant, almost
as if he were listening to faraway music.
Even as enlightenment settled into acceptance in Peregrine's mind, a greyish film seemed to pass in front of
his eyes. It was like looking through some sort of heavy, semi-transparent veil, like a shower curtain. Six
weeks earlier, such a clouding of his vision would have terrified him - and had terrified him. Now, thanks to
Adam, he knew what it meant, and what he had to do.
Blinking once, he leaned back in his chair, letting his eyelids droop behind his spectacles and bidding his
vision focus through and beyond Helena. During the succession of slow, deep breaths that followed, the veil
before his eyes began to take on the character of a ghostly overlay of images. Disregarding for the moment
all concrete aspects of the room, he set himself to capture on paper the visual resonances of past eventsтАж.
The light in the room was subdued now, filtered through the sheer inner curtains Adam had drawn.
Peripherally aware that Peregrine had begun to sketch, Adam returned to the fireplace and cast an inquiring
look in Christopher's direction. The priest gave him a slight nod, and Helena also glanced up at him, looking
far less anxious than she had before.
Taking his cue with a smoothness born of long practice, Adam reclaimed the prism from the mantel
candlestick and sank down in the chair opposite his subject. Holding it by its transparent thread, he extended
his hand so that the prism hung slightly above Helena's eye-level. Its multiple facets caught the glow off the
gas fire, fracturing the flickering amber light into rainbow glints of red, yellow, and green. The sparkling play of
colors drew Helena's gaze like a magnet.
"Now, this is your own crystal, Helena, so you know that there's nothing particularly mysterious or frightening
about it," Adam said quietly, moving the thread of prism slightly between his fingers so that it twirled slightly.
"It's simply a focus, so that you can turn all your attention to one, single point. This is the way we distract
your conscious mind, so that gradually your unconscious mind, where dreams come from, can rise closer to
the surface, and recall things in greater detail that you need to see.
"So I want you to focus all your attention on this crystal. Watch it turn and sparkle, watch how it catches the
light. Let the crystal be the only thing in your vision, and listen only to my voice, as all the background
sounds outside recede and you focus completely on the crystal and what I am saying."
Adam watched the movement of her eyes, locked already on the subtle flashing of the crystal, and shifted to
more specific instructions in a low, conversational tone.
"That's just fine, Helena. Just drift and let yourself relax. You're quite safe and comfortable. Christopher is
right here beside youтАж.
"You haven't been getting your rest of late, have you? You must be very tired. So tiredтАж. I imagine there's
nothing you'd like better right now than a little bit of sleep. Why don't you let yourself go? Just relax, and let
your eyelids droopтАж that's right. You're feeling warm and safe and drowsyтАж very, very drowsyтАж."
By degrees the tension went out of Helena's face and neck. Her eyes closed, and her breathing settled into a
slow, regular rhythm. Adam lowered the pendulum and eased back in his chair, continuing to speak
reassuringly of sleep and greater relaxation. When he was satisfied that his subject had achieved a sufficient
level of trance, his suggestions began to shift more specifically to their needs.
"You're doing very well, Helena. Just fine, in fact. You're a very good subject. You can hear me quite clearly,
can't you?"
"Yes." The girl's response was a mere whisper.
"Very good," Adam said in the same gentle but confident tone. "Now, in one sense, you're awake - fully
aware of your present surroundings. But in another sense, you're like someone sitting in a cinema, waiting to
see a film. The film is a recording of the dream you had the night before last. In a moment I'd like to start the
film running. Are you willing to watch the film and tell me what you see?"
"Yes." The affirmative came after only a slight hesitation.