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Adventures of Kaspa and Delilah
(Kaspa the friendly "holy ghost")
(Try to see the story as small and clever cartoons in your thoughts.)

Once upon a time in a village at the edge of the known world, in a house made of bamboo, there lived a small friendly ghost who was called Kaspa. Kaspa was all white with large big eyes. He hand feet, hands, mouth, all this, looked in proportion to what a person looks like, but he was white and, so it was said, you could put your hand right through his body.

A very sad and tragic day came and Kaspa's mother passed away. She did not look like Kaspa, she looked very much like a person. In her last will and testament she left Kaspa a special book that Kaspa never knew she had. For the next few days Kaspa stayed up night after night, reading the pages of this book carefully under a candlelight. The book had mysterious saying. Kaspa was not sure what much of it was about - but what he worked out that he, Kaspa, must set out, when the time was true, to find his Father. The next morning Kaspa made up his mind. He packed a lunch, some juice in a bottle, and put all this in a knapsack, and put this on his shoulders at the back. The odd thing about Kaspa was, that the knapsack could not be seen while on him. It blended with his own faint white body. Then he took that special book, which was called the Third Testament, and put that into his pocket. The funny thing was, this large book could fit into Kaspa's small pocket and it too was not visible to others once in the pocket. Kaspa's pockets and knapsack seemed to be ever so magical and fun, because he could put into these so many things and some so large, even a small tent, and such just went into his pockets or knapsack and could not be seen.

Kaspa locked his house well and set off for the forest. The book had a map with loads of paths. Kaspa was supposed to follow that map. Except the map was most difficult to follow well and he memorized the paths he wanted to take.

Much of the morning Kaspa walked along a path through the forest. At lunch time he sat down on a fallen log and took out his sandwich and drink. He ate and sipped. As he did a girl came riding on the horse. She must have been the most lovely girl Kaspa had ever seen and her horse was white and tall and strong. Seeing Kaspa, she puzzled, pulled the reins of her horse so it came to a stop, and she dismounted. She was wearing a long bridal white dress but the way she dismounted made a part of her dress lag behind.

"Who are you?" She said as she straightened her dress.

"You ought not dismount like that, "Kaspa smiled, "I saw your underwear."

"Polite ghosts ought not look." The girl sat down next to him. "What are you? My name is Delilah. This is my forest. I have guards and soldiers and villagers everywhere. Have you a pass to visit my forest?"

"No." Kaspa shook his head. The lunch he had packed was not much and he was ever so hungry after all this walking, but having a soft heart he turned to the girl. "Would you like this section of my sandwich? It is delicious if I say so myself."

"No thank you." The girl snubbed her nose. "I don't eat ghost food. So what is your name? And why are you a goblin...spook....whatever it is you are."

"My name is Kaspa." Kaspa replied. "And why are you ever so beautiful? You can't answer that just like I can't answer why I am what I am. I was born this way."

"You think I am beautiful?" The girl smiled, brushed the side of her long brown hair with her hand, "most men see me as ugly, as a terror. Are you a male goblin...eh...spook?"

"Men see you as ugly? This I do not believe." Kaspa replied.

"It is true." Delilah stood and paced about with hands clasped behind. "In this forest of mine, I am a reflection of what a person is. Only those I call Rabbis, and few of these in truth, see me as...as...average...most see me as ugly and a terror and I have few trusted and faithful who can overcome their fear of me and assist me."

"What is a Rabbi please?" Kaspa asked. "Someone who sees truth? If a Rabbi is a wise person who can see truth, maybe he can help me work out the paths I need to go. I have this map, but it is kind of old-fashioned and ever so hard to make too much sense of the paths I need to follow."

"For a start, young man." Delilah sat down on the log. "Unless you earned a pass, my soldiers, sentries, just there around that turn, will kill you if you refuse to turn back. Secondly, what or who are you searching for? Who gave you the map? Why is it a poor map?"

Kaspa reached into his top pocket - so it seemed - and pulled out a large golden watch. "Questions. Questions. All these questions. Sorry, no time to explain, must find my dad."

Kaspa packed his knapsack again and put it on his back, and it faded into his body, and he started to walk at a brisk pace. Delilah yelled, "no, don't be an idiot, my guards will turn you back or kill you."

Kaspa was not listening. Delilah jumped on her horse and followed. Around the bend two solid looking soldiers stood and took their guns of their shoulders when they saw Kaspa. "Pass please, or turn around else we shoot to kill."

Kaspa did not listen. He walked right along the path. As he was right between the two men, they fired. The bullets hit the ground, bounced away, and each bullet struck the opposite soldier, killing them instantly.

Delilah quickly came to this very spot, and turned her horse on the spot as she studied this incredible sight. She rushed after Kaspa and when she was close she dismounted. She walked alongside holding the reins of her horse who was walking behind them.

"How did you do that! You killed two of my best border guards." She protested.

"I did not kill anyone. Not a thought in my head or heart to harm any. I did not not even want to harm one hair on their heads. They shot themselves." Kaspa continued walking.

"Never mind. Soldiers are dispensable." Delilah felt. "Where are you going exactly?"

"I am searching for my dad." Kaspa said.

"Where is he?" Delilah asked.

"That I do not know. I just have a map. See." Kaspa pulled out his precious book from his pocket and turned to a page on which were many paths.

"Looks like a tree with branches." Delilah took the book and carefully studied the map. "This is so confusing. You know, a wise Rabbi dwells in my forest. He surely knows how to read maps. And it is getting late. If we take this short cut, we will reach the Rabbi's village by sundown."

"Hmm." Kaspa paused. This seemed a good idea. "All right, lead the way."

Delilah led the way. They talked much. Kaspa explaining to her all about how he was born and how his dad was a mystery until he found that book. It was getting rather late when they reached an old hut on the edge of the village. An old man with a can and a long beard came to meet them.

"Hello." Delilah dismounted. "This is Kaspa. He is a ghost. He is looking for his father...a larger ghost? I don't know but what he said to me during our walk, tells me you are the best man to give Kaspa some ideas where to look, how to read his special map. May I leave him with you? I must return before night."

The Rabbi agreed and they walked inside the hut. The Rabbi had just set out a table for an evening meal. "Would you like some?"

"Sure would." Kaspa sat himself down at the table. The two men began to eat. The Rabbi broke bread, said a prayer, watched as Kaspa ate.

"Wow, this food is lovely. Never tasted food like this before." Kaspa kept tasting different bits of food.

"It is Jewish food, especially prepared, the bread is unleavened bread." The Rabbi explained. "Tell me, young...young...man...ghost?...uhm...who is your father exactly? And where do you hope to find him?"

"Wow, Jews know how to eat tasty meals." Kaspa replied. "What is a Jew? Never mind, I will answer your questions. According to the book my mother left me, my dad is the God of Gods. And there is a map in the book which shows me how to find him. See, I will show you."

Kaspa took out the book. It was very large when he took it out of his invisible pocket. He turned it to the pages with the map. The Rabbi put on his glassed, lit another candle to see better, and studied the book and some of the words.

"Maybe this means you are searching for God?" The Rabbi reflected. "My God does not know another. Behind my house there is this mountain. They say if you climb to the top, you will come face to face with God. But remember to take your shoes off when you get there."

Kaspa glanced at his feet. "I don't wear shoes." Then he became tired and yawned. "Excuse me Rabbi, but when I become tired my brain is...is..eveywhere and nowhere at the same time...may I ask about this in the morning? I will sleep outside in my tent if you do not mind."

"Oh, no, I have a spare room," The Rabbi stood up, "and it sounds thunder outside...come this way."

The Rabbi led Kaspa to a room. A tidy room, perhaps a touch cramped because the house was not that large. A bed in the centre and a lovely quilt on the bed.

"Wow." Kaspa was delighted with this invitation. "And that quilt is a work of art. Satin cream...or is it white...and what is that beautiful giant shape in the middle made of golden lines."

"The Star of David," The Rabbi came and at on the edge of the bed and Kaspa did the same, "my wife, bless her immortal soul, had died not long ago. Long ago she made this quilt for our first-born My son is now an old man too but his great grandchildren sometimes visit and stay a night or two. God bless you." The Rabbi stood up. "Rest in peace."

Kaspa was delighted. There was a sink in the room and a jug of water. Kaspa cleaned his hands and mount, even took out a toothbrush and toothpaste from his knapsack and brushed his teeth, and went to sleep. The bed was big and ever so comfortable and the quilt gave just the right amount of warmth. In the morning gentle sunlight filtered the room. Kaspa sat up and wiped his eyes awake. As he was doing this he marvelled. Small specks of dust mingled in the air with the rays of the sun, causing an unusual phenomenon. It seemed he was sitting in this beam of light in which particles glittered all around him.

"Magic." Kaspa said to himself as he struggled to take in this wonderful vision. Then, hearing noise outside the room, he got out of bed, made the bed tidy, and walked to the main room that was also the kitchen.

"Good morning. Sleep well. Come, come, breakfast." The Rabbi greeted Kaspa.

"Wow." Kaspa was impressed with the food and sat down. "I slept ever so well - felt like I was in heaven. This food Jewish too?"

"Oh no," the Rabbi explained as he poured Kaspa a glass of milk, "I am forbidden by my Holy Vow to eat any food except Jewish food, to explain this simply, for the main meal. At other times I can eat anything...even pig."

"Oh." Kaspa was interested but at the same time he was eager to know about this mountain. The Rabbi explained much about the mountain, that only two men he ever knew had climbed it, and neither reached the top. The Rabbi leant and said quietly, "another two men who started to climb, came back insane, crazy as elephants."

"But it could be true?" Kaspa decided and was eager to begin his climb.

The Rabbi brought him outside and showed him the mountain in the distance. A huge mountain and it looked challenging but also seemed ever so special.

They turned to see Delilah coming on her horse. She came closer and dismounted.

"You really need to learn how to dismount like a lady," Kaspa commented, "I could see your knickers again and this time they were more sexy than yesterday. You do have great legs."

"You are definitely a male spook," Delilah said as she came closer, "in my world, no one dares to look at my...my...you know...below my head...so I guess I never considered how I dismount."

"I must rush." Kaspa took our his grandfather clock and then put it away and off he walked along the path to the mountain.

"No!" Delilah yelled. "It is not possible. You need to prepare yourself for at least a year to know how to do this."

Kaspa did not listen. The mountain was not that far away and the Rabbi and Delilah could see Kaspa in the distance walking up the mountain as if it was a straight path.

"That's impossible." The Rabbi glanced at Delilah.

The two decided to wait until Kaspa returns. Both fell asleep when night came, each sitting in a chair, when Kaspa barged in through the door.

"I am ever so grateful!" Kaspa turned to the Rabbi slowly awakening. "I have never seen a more majestic and beautiful sight than from that mountain! But I will not stay this time. It is night but the moon is full and I can follow the path. I must go but I will always treasure the memory of that mountain. Bye."

Kaspa closed the door. The Rabbi and Delilah looked at one another. "That does it." Delilah stood and paced about. "I am going to...to...join him on his journey."

The Rabbi, though old and frail, suddenly felt a sense of adventure. He stood up. "You know, I will too." The two set about packing two knapsacks and each carried one.

Kaspa was truly on his way by now. The Rabbi had brought his old mare took but because it was night, neither were brave to ride their horses and instead they held the reins and walked. By morning they had still not found Kaspa. They mounted their horses and were moving at a quicker pace. They came upon Kaspa sitting by the side of the road and making himself a pot of tea. He had this black kettle on a fire.

"Hello. You came to join me on my question?" Kaspa's face beamed when he saw them both.

Delilah was about to dismount but narrowed her eyes when she saw Kaspa looking with intent. She put her hand over her long skirt and dismounted in a manner in which both her legs were mostly covered as she did this.

"I was hoping to see...never mind." Kaspa said but stopped himself.

"I know what you were hoping to see, male ghost." Delilah came over. "Love some of your tea. May I?"

"Sure." Kaspa reached for his knapsack and took out a picnic set. He opened it and took out cups, giving one to Delilah and one to the Rabbi.

"I brought ever so much," Kaspa explained, "but am short on food. Plenty of tea, plenty of sugar, but I don't know why I did not think of food...except that sandwich."

"I have some, even some fresh eggs Delilah stole from a birds nest on the way." The Rabbi took out fresh bread and a knife and the four small eggs. Delilah reached for a small pan that was in the picnic set, and broke the eggs, and put the pan across the fire.

"Not sure this is right," Kaspa felt sad, "those eggs could be birds in a few weeks time. How wonderful and enchanting is the forest with ever so many birds in the air of all kinds."

"Can't enjoy the sight, pest," Delilah replied as she scrambled the eggs, "if we are dead from hunger. There is a natural balance you know."

"I guess." Kaspa replied and also accepted a portion of the scrambled eggs when these were ready.

They packed up and continued their journey. Curiously, none had slept that night but they were not tired. The Rabbi had proved an excellent guide and could read Kaspa's met well - until they came to a dead end on the path.

"Oh dear." The Rabbi was apologetic, "I thought I had a feeling for this map."

"You have done wonderfully swell!" Kaspa tried to cheer the old man up. "We would not have got this far without you. Let us turn back and try the other path in that fork."

So they did. By lunchtime it was getting hot and they were becoming tired. There was talk of stopping and resting. Around a bend they came around a Roman Catholic Sister who was watering red roses. She was holding a watering can in her hand.

"Hello." Kaspa said. "I am looking for my father. These two friends of mine have joined my quest."

"Hello." The Sister looked at the three, curious. "Why are you a ghost?"

"Why are you a Roman Catholic Sister?" Kaspa replied.

"That is not a fair question." The Sister replied. "That was my choice..but you were born like this?"

"Never mind all that," Kaspa replied and took out his book and showed her the map, "can you assist here please? This is a map I have. Rather quaint, old, hard to make sense of, cryptic in parts. I think we are here on this path. It says here to climb the tree of life to see the path to follow. Whatever could that mean? The Rabbi is not sure and my sexy girlfriend does not know."

"Sexy girlfriend!" Delilah burst laughing. "You do have a fun sense of humour."

The Sister said she could study the map. It was agreed. Kaspa took out a blanket from his knapsack, then a picnic set, then the stove he used and the attachments, then jar after jar.

"How did you do that? Fit all that in that small knapsack?" The Sister asked.

"This I do not know." Kaspa replied. "I had this since I was...was...going to school...my grandmother gave it to me...never occurred to me until I met others at school that not all knapsacks are like this and I can fit anything I want into it."

"School? Spook school?" Delilah asked as she bit into a sandwich the Rabbi had made for them.

"No." Kaspa stood up and they watched him briefly turn into a man. "I am a man too...and was a boy too...but I prefer being myself." He said and turned into a spook again.

"Not fair!" Delilah objected. "You saw my underwear twice but you only allowed me to see you as a man for such a short time!"

"Oh." Kaspa replied as he sat down. "I am sorry I was looking."

"Not completely your fault. I did dismount poorly those times." Delilah smiled.

The Sister asked many questions of Kaspa then pointed to a field and behind which a tall majestic looking mountain. "That is the mountain of my Lord, Jesus. I have been there, a few steps mind you, and from the mountain you can see heaven and also all the paths leading to and away from the mountain. Maybe from that mountain we could better see the road ahead.'

"Oh, all right," Kaspa decided and took out his old grandfather clock and studied the time, "but I need to do this on my own cause we are wasting time. If you can wait here, I shall be back."

"No, wait, you can't get past the field just like that, you have to be holy before God to do that, it takes golden faith." The Sister yelled behind Kaspa.

But it was too late. Kaspa was already quickly walking through the tall wheat gleaming in the Sun. So tall the wheat his small image barely visible. He could hear both the Sister and Delilah yelling, "no, turn back, this is impossible, it takes years or preparation."

"Why do women talk so much about this or this not being possible?" Kaspa said quietly to himself refusing to slow down in his walk.

The others waited. The Sun was setting when Kaspa was back and he was truly excited. "Wow!" he told the others, "I have met the most wonderful man you could ever meet...well, not in person exactly but it sure seemed like that, but as I walked up the mountain the story of his life and his gospels was written at each step and it made ever so much sense and...and...I did not quite reach the top cause I though this would not be respectful to this man whose name apparently was Jesus - but I saw enough of the paths ahead to know which way we ought to go."

"I don't believe this." The Sister decided and took out a fan from her pocket, opened it, and waved it before her face.

"I don't believe this either." Delilah took hold of the Sister's fan and waved herself with it.

"Follow me." The Sister stood up. "I live in a large house with many rooms vacant at the moment. There is food, warmth. This night will be cold. And you all look positively tired."

This seemed ever a good idea so they followed. There were other Sisters there who welcomed the visitors. An older Sister with a delicate smile as she closed the door behind Kaspa the last to walk in, said to the others, "this is the first time we have a spook among us."

A meal was already on the large table and the four visitors sat down. The food lovely, gentle, delicate. Kaspa was the curiousity and was asked many questions. He did not answer most because on his mind was finding his father. About this the Sisters asked many questions and Kaspa explained the best he could.

Each was put in a lovely room. Kaspa went to sleep ever so easily, after washing in the basin and brushing his teeth. This convent was an old church at one time. It was converted to a convent but the stained glass windows remained in many rooms. Kaspa awoke to a magical display of pure fine light of different colours circling in the air above his head.

"Wow!" He said aloud and put his hands under his head. "I could stay here forever!"

After breakfast they set off. The Sister whom they first met decided she too would go along. She obtained permission from Mother Superior and brought a horse along. She rode off and joined the group. The three were walking, the Rabbi and Delilah leading their horses.

"Mind if I come along?" The Sister said then leant and grabbed Kaspa and put him on her horse, "and surely we will get there quicker if we all ride."

"Why didn't I think of that?" Delilah puzzled and got up on her horse.

"And watch how you dismount," Delilah said to the Sister, "that spook is most definitely a male spook."

"I do dismount like a lady." The Sister smiled at Delilah.

Their journey was going well. They did not talk much about themselves because the Rabbi and Kaspa seemed to develop this sense of fun between them. The Sister was completely at a loss whether to listen. The Rabbi and Kaspa came up with jokes to do with Jesus and his aspotles - but in such a way the Sister was not sure if this sort of joke was holy or a blasphemy. Jokes such as:

Kaspa: Rabbi, if Jesus had faith for breakfast, and faith for lunch, and faith for dinner, why did he wake up with indigestion?
Rabbi: I give up.
Kaspa: (laughing) Cause his last meal was prepared by Judas Iscariot.

The tables soon turned. Now the Rabbi began to be uncertain if he ought to be amused or block his ears. Sensing the Sister was getting perplexed by these jokes, Kaspa turned the jokes into jokes about God.

Kaspa: Sister. Answer me this puzzle. If God threw Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden for eating an apple, what punishment would he give them if they were caught having sex?
Sister: I give up and this better not be a blasphemy.
Kaspa: (laughing) The covenant of cicumcision! A continual reminder to every male Jew not to have sex with anyone except his own wife.

And this kept going - on and on - and quicker and quicker. Kaspa kept on inventing new, and deeper, and more poignant - or more blasphemous but neither the Sister of the Rabbi could tell after a time - joke after joke.

In fact, a few hours later, both the Sister and the Rabbi were in a most perplexed state of mind, neither knowing if they can stop themselves bursting out with laughter at the sense of fun Kaspar was putting into his jokes - or whether Kaspa was the Devil in disguise leading them to hell itself.

"I need to...uhm..rest," the Sister decided and dismounted off her horse, "I will just find a bush to tie my horse to."

"Good idea." Kaspa was on the ground taking his picnic set and blanket out, "it must be time for supper and it is getting late."

Delilah was happy. She saw the humour in Kaspa's sense of fun but not anything devious or evil or blasphemous. Like many hard hitting jokes, such had to border a touch on the "profoundly bad taste" but Kaspa never seemed to cross that line. After a lovely meal they were tired. Kaspa had not packed just one small tent, he in fact had packed many tents.

"I was afraid my small tent would get a leak sooner or later, so I packed all there was in the house which was five." Kaspa explained as he rushed about setting up the third tent. "This one is for you Rabbi."

Delilah had packed the picnic case and now watched Kaspa. "So Sister has her private tent, and you have yours, the Rabbi has his - but where is mine? You said you had five even?"

"That's true," Kaspa took her hand and led her to his tent, "but I can't find another one. You will have to sleep in my tent. See, each tent has two beds, they fall down from the walls and it does not take much to put some air into a bed."

Kaspa showed Delilah what to do. He puffed up her bed then his own. He laid down on his and covered himself with a blanket which too was attached to the wall.

"You can't find the other tent?" Delilah was studing Kaspa. "Is this the true reason? Or are you hoping to see me flash my underwear during the night?"

"That could be the reason." Kaspa nodded as he replied and as he turned his head to the side of the tent away from Delilah. "But you have no idea how many things I have in my knapsack. I don't recall the last time I cleaned it cause even then I spent all day and could still not get to the bottom of things. You are welcome to look. I know it is there somewhere - but if I can't find it, then I don't know if anyone else has any hope."

"Oh." Delilah laid down and covered herself with the blanket. "I trust you. And, dear, you have a sense of humour only a genius could possibly have. I have never seen the Rabbi so charmed at the same time as worried whether he ought to be concerned. The Sister was much the same."

The next morning after breakfast they set off. After lunch, the sky was turning dark, they came upon a woman with a young girl holding her hand and licking a lollipop. Both wore black outfits. By this Kaspa and his friends were no longer sure how to follow a section of the map.

"Hello." Kaspa jumped off the horse he was on, which was the Catholic Sister's horse, and walked to the two. "Maybe you can help. I am looking for my dad. He is the God of Gods. I have a map but it is difficult."

The little girl looked up at the woman with her.

"My daughter," the woman replied, "is not my daughter in ordinary life but is by the will of Allah. My name is Lana. She and I are looking for her father in the spirit. She talks more with her eyes than with words. And she just told me, with her eyes, that this must means you are looking for Allah."

"I don't think so." Kaspa sat down on a branch of a tree, shook his head, and pulled out his map, and studied it carefully. "No, I am definetly not looking for Allah."

"How do you know?" The girl sat down. "Maybe you are just silly, confused and lost? My mother, that woman, I call her Lana, she is not in truth my mother, helped me to be not confused."

"She is your mother and she is not your mother?" Kaspa scratched his head. "And you say that I am confused?"

The girl enjoyed what he said, and glanced at the woman, then convered her mouth with one hand to stop herself laughing in appropriately, and quietly said with her eyes and a nod "that's true!"

Delilah leant to the Rabbi. "Hello? Did you see that? The way those two clicked. If she was not a baby I would be worried."

"I am not a baby. I am eleven years old." The girl who heard the two turned to them and objected.

"Maybe you need to find the moutain of Allah?" The woman, Lana, said to Kaspa.

"It is over there," the child pointed into a distance, "but you can't climb it just like that you know. You have to be a Muslim or Holy. Are you?"

"I am a ghost," Kaspa replied and put his book away, "don't know if a ghost supposed to be a Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, or what not. I shall go and explore this mountain. You lot wait here please."

Kaspa rushed off through a field.

"No." Lana yelled. "That is impossible, you can not do this just like that. In truth, you have to be free of orginal sin to climb that mountain."

"Eh, I heard this before." Delilah said cooly to the Rabbi.

"And I have seen the impossible come to pass once already, this before my own eyes." The Sister leant and said quietly to the Rabbi.

The girl rushed off after Kaspa who was pacing quickly to the mountain in the distance.

"You know," she said, "I have climbed that mountain. They say it is holy. They say only a woman can attain to the top, only one that is holy."

"You are small, you are not a woman yet, you are a girl, a child." Kaspa replied. "So how come you say you climbed the mountain?"

The girl wondered about this as they came together closer to the mountain. They began to walk up. The girl would sit down regularly, and when she did Kaspa out of politeness would do likewise. On each step the girl would explain matters in a way that Kaspa found charming. "Well, Kaspa," the girl would say she having learnt his name, "my mother...eh...the human one....told me when she found I can lift my thoughts to Allah...that I have no sin...that I don't know evil...so a girl my age can climb this mountain without trouble...but adults...are blind to how to climb this mountain. Are you a child spook or an adult spook?"

When she said this, for a moment Kaspa became a man and reflected, then changed back into his spook image and explained. "I don't know. It is not the man that is me who is searching for my father, it is the soul in me, the spirit, the two are this image of me as a ghost. The man part of me is probably as insecure and insincere and as much a sinner as the next man - but it is not the man that is searching for my father, it is the spirit in me."

"Oh, I understand." The child seemed content with that reply, seemed to truly understand, and they stood and walked up again.

By night they were back. Kaspa was most content telling the others as he took the tents out. "Well, the sky was much too dark by the time we reached perhaps the top...so we had to turn back..I was worried about the small one...and I failed to look ahead for the paths...but this was the most charming companion I could ever imagine." He pointed to the eleven year old who seemed pleased and looked at the woman (her mother).

"I think we found your dad in the spirit," the woman said quietly to the child, then made the child look small, and picked her up and spun her above her head, flowing, "but we need to keep an eye on him so he is not lost or injured on his journey...we found your father as Allah so would permit...we don't want to loose him to another, so we will join them on their mission."