"I went to where you bid me, but a guard stood there. Weary, nearly crippled, I tarried for some time, but his watch was endless." "it was not a guard, but one of my followers who I sent to greet you. He was waited there for years, since when first I knew you would come to me, and he would have waited the rest of his years, desiring only to meet you. But now he has gone inside and sits despondently, knowing that you have turned away from his mere sight. He had dedicated his thoughts on the destiny that awaited you if you had passed through those doors, your slightest nod to him the fulfillment of prophecy. But now you have undone everything, and his life is as worthless as a severed arm. What you have marred cannot be mended. If you tried to return, you would not find it. And even if by blind groping in the night you should go against what has been cast, and find that place and force your entry, you would not be received. None would look at you and none would speak with you unless you forced yourself upon them with such brutality that they must deal with you in kind. That place is gone and is now as if it had never been. Whatever is left on your path will be shadowed so long as the sun shines upon you."