But lost in her own bitterness, she could give
him no sign. So he sighed, and said simply.
'Kataya and I had hoped that perhaps Ishmael..... But he's gone
now, and who knows if we'll ever see him again, or even if his
chromosomes would match.'
'Ishmael will come back,' answered Kalus seriously, the
doctor's words largely lost on him, but wanting to ease Kataya's
pain. 'Once a man has touched his own soul through another, there is
nothing else in life that matters.' And not understanding the effect
that this would have, he looked not at Sylviana, of whom he was
speaking, but to Kataya, by way of explanation and reassurance.
At this Sylviana let out a wordless execration, threw down the sheet she
was mending, and stormed off . Kalus followed in sudden fear.
'I did not mean---' he said desperately, but found her door
slammed and bolted in his face. In confusion he returned to the doctor,
imploring.
'What do I have to do?' he said in frustration. 'Can't she
see that there could never be anyone else for me? Why can't she
understand?'
'Give her time, my friend,' said McIntyre. 'She'll come
around. If you want my observations, you're in her deep, and that
frightens her. Just have a little patience, and if a man of science may
say it, a little faith.
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