Thief of Time

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you, then?”
    “The Monks of History.”
    “Huh? I’ve never heard of you!”
    “See? That’s how good we are.”
    And that was how good they were.
    And then the time has just flown past.
    And now the present came back.
     
    “Are you all right, lad?”
    Lobsang opened his eyes. His arm felt as though it was being wrenched out of his body.
    He looked up along the length of the arm of Lu-Tze, who was lying flat on the swaying bridge, holding him.
    “What happened?”
    “I think maybe you were overcome with the excitement, lad. Or vertigo, maybe. Just don’t look down.”
    There was a roaring below Lobsang, like a swarm of very angry bees. Automatically, he began to turn his head.
    “ I said, don’t look down! Just relax.”
    Lu-Tze got to his feet. He raised Lobsang at arm’s length,as though he was a feather, until the boy’s sandals were over the wood of the bridge. Below, monks were running along the walkways and shouting.
    “Now, keep your eyes shut… don’t look down! …and I’ll just walk us both to the far side, all right?”
    “I…er…I remembered…back in the city, when Soto found me…I remembered…” said Lobsang weakly, tottering along behind the monk.
    “Only to be expected,” said Lu-Tze, “in the circumstances.”
    “But…but I remember that back then I remembered about being here. You and the Mandala!”
    “Is it not written in the sacred text, ‘There’s a lot goes on we don’t know about, in my opinion’?” said Lu-Tze.
    “I…have not yet come across that one, either, Sweeper,” said Lobsang. He felt cooler air around him, which suggested they had reached the rock tunnel on the far side of the room.
    “Sadly, in the writings they have here you probably won’t,” said Lu-Tze. “Ah…you can open your eyes now.”
    They walked on, with Lobsang rubbing his head to take away the strangeness of his thoughts.
    Behind them, the livid swirls in the wheel of color, that had centered on the spot where Lobsang would have fallen, gradually faded and healed.
     
    According to the First Scroll of Wen the Eternally Surprised , Wen and Clodpool reached the green valley between the towering mountains and Wen said: “This is the place. Here there will be a temple dedicated to the folding and unfolding of time. I can see it.”
    “I can’t, master,” said Clodpool.
    Wen said, “It’s over there.” He pointed, and his arm vanished.
    “Ah,” said Clodpool. “Over there .”
    A few cherry blossom petals drifted down onto Wen’s head from one of the trees that grew wild along the streamlets.
    “And this perfect day will last forever,” he said. “The air is crisp, the sun is bright, there is ice in the streams…every day in this valley will be this perfect day.”
    “Could get a bit repetitive, master,” said Clodpool.
    “That is because you don’t yet know how to deal with time,” said Wen. “But I will teach you to deal with time as you would deal with a coat, to be worn when necessary and discarded when not.”
    “Will I have to wash it?” said Clodpool.
    Wen gave him a long, slow look.
    “That was either a very complex piece of thinking on your part, Clodpool, or you were just trying to overextend a metaphor in a rather stupid way. Which, do you think, it was?”
    Clodpool looked at his feet. Then he looked at the sky. Then he looked at Wen.
    “I think I am stupid, master.”
    “Good,” said Wen. “It is fortuitous that you are my apprentice at this time, because if I can teach you, Clodpool, I can teach anyone .”
    Clodpool looked relieved, and bowed. “You do me too much honor, master.”
    “And there is a second part to my plan,” said Wen.
    “Ah,” said Clodpool, with an expression that he thought made him look wise, although in reality it made him look like someone remembering a painful bowel movement. “A plan with a second part is always a good plan, master.”
    “Find me sands of all colors and a flat rock. I will show you a way to make the

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