And then in a moment of violent understanding he knew that he had not done it. Because he saw the being who had! There covered in a cloak of grey wool, and half hidden in a dark alleyway, stood the one, silently watching him.

And as their eyes met, she softly whispered his name: 'Khayman, my Khayman!'

He merely stared at this thing, this beautiful and delicate being, exquisite as ever she had been.