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тАЬItтАЩs not explained,тАЭ he would say, frowning. тАЬNot yet.тАЭ

And so the good mornings with Sax would pass; and both he and the kids seemed to agree that these
were better than the bad mornings, when he would drone on uninterrupted, and protest тАЬThis is really a
very important matterтАЭ as he turned from the blackboard and saw a crop of heads laid out snoring on the
desktops.



* * *



One morning, thinking about SaxтАЩs frown, Nirgal stayed behind in the school until he and Sax were the
only ones left, and then he said, тАЬWhy donтАЩt you like it when you canтАЩt say why?тАЭ

The frown returned. After a long silence Sax said slowly, тАЬI try to understand. I pay attention to things,
you see, very closely. As closely as I can. Concentrating on the specificity of every moment. And I want
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to understand why it happens the way it does. IтАЩm curious. And I think that everything happens for a
reason. Everything. So, we should be able to tease these reasons out. When we canтАЩt ... well. I donтАЩt like
it. It vexes me. Sometimes I call itтАЭтАФhe glanced at Nirgal shyly, and Nirgal saw that he had never told
this to anyone beforeтАФтАЭI call it the Great Unexplainable.тАЭ

It was the white world, Nirgal saw suddenly. The white world inside the green, the opposite of HirokoтАЩs
green world inside the white. And they had opposite feelings about them. Looking from the green side,
when Hiroko confronted something mysterious, she loved it and it made her happyтАФit was viriditas, a
holy power. Looking from the white side, when Sax confronted something mysterious, it was the Great
Unexplainable, dangerous and awful. He was interested in the true, while Hiroko was interested in the
real. Or perhaps it was the other way aroundтАФthose words were tricky. Better to say she loved the
green world, he the white.

тАЬBut yes!тАЭ Michel said when Nirgal mentioned this observation to him. тАЬVery good, Nirgal. Your sight
has such insight. In archetypal terminologies we might call green and white the Mystic and the Scientist.
Both extremely powerful figures, as you see. But what we need, if you ask me, is a combination of the
two, which we call the Alchemist.тАЭ

The green and the white.



Afternoons the children were free to do what they wanted, and sometimes they stayed with the dayтАЩs
teacher, but more often they ran on the beach or played in the village, which lay nestled in its cluster of
low hills, halfway between the lake and the tunnel entrance. They climbed the spiraling staircases of the
big bamboo treehouses, and played hide and seek among the stacked rooms and the daughter shoots