He was a leper. A lonely and castaway mystic. Waiting for a viper proabably to cure or kill him -- out of this misery. I saw him at the Womb Tree. I remember you O Dervish. King of Emperors. Emperors of King. Please accept my apologies. I was a kid. I didn't recognize you. But I came for you that day; and since then I didn't forget you. And, when I remember the Tree of Rats: I just got it. The way into the worlds of bats.