What did this mean? Was he still a wizard? Was he even a real, living person?
Ruger was full of questions and remained skeptical. He had always tended to trust his own instincts.
"Perhaps he felt he owed you something, that he hadn't fulfilled his responsibilities as a teacher. Perhaps he foresaw danger to himself, so he made these preparations in advance. Thorough, cautious," the man said, leaning against the desk. "Of course, that might not be all of it. For example, what I mentioned earlier... Oh, it seems someone has come to see you."
Ruger was just about to say something when the man's words startled him again.
"You can see what's happening outside?" Ruger asked in surprise.
He had still been thinking over the first half of the man's remarks when the last sentence prompted him to instinctively sweep his mental power beyond the Experiment Corner. Big Silly Hum and the others hadn't come over. In other words, the man before him might mean that a visitor had arrived on his little island, outside the Bedroom Space.
"I can sense it vaguely. I couldn't before," the man said, taking a sip of Sour Mushroom Wine from his cup, the corners of his mouth easing slightly. "My state is very unusual, which makes it possible now. It has its advantages and disadvantages."
Ruger listened carefully, recalling what the man had said earlier.
A seed of resurrection, possible death, erasure, a teacher, a student, uncertainty, preparations made in advance.
All sorts of thoughts swirled through his mind.
At the same time, he waved a hand and stepped through the spatial doorway into his Wooden House. The little blanket on the bed had yet to be straightened.
Ruger raised his eyebrows and walked outside.
Mahama stood there, apparently having only just