“Yes, it was my hawk. It was yellow and of giant size, it flew up into the blue-black heaven.”

Demian took a deep breath. Someone knocked at the door. The aged servant brought in tea.

“Take a cup, Sinclair, do. I don’t think it was by chance you saw the bird.”

“Chance? Does one see such things by chance?”

“Well, no. It means something. Do you know what?”

“No. I only feel, it means a violent shock, the approach of fate. I think it will affect all of us.”

He walked violently up and down.