Pandayji rarely gets flustered as his work brings him in touch with all sorts of people. He is as comfortable speaking with peasants in the planting fields as delivering a moving speech to crowds of thousands. Through the auspices of Pandayji, I have met government leaders and top celebrities in his country and, yet, in the presence of Gideon and Marla, he appeared as a little schoolboy seeing his hero, face to face for the first time.
"HiPandayji,"saidGideonashereachedoverandshook Pandayji's outstretched hand, "it's great to see you again."
"Again? Whatever do you mean, sir?" Pandayji looked puzzled, "unfortunately, I don't recall ever meeting you before."
Marla walked over to Pandayji, shook his hand and said, "You may not remember meeting us, but I assure you, we know you well. John speaks of you often. And, of course, we see you from time to time when we visit the Holy Ones. Sometimes we meet during dream time."
"You certainly understand these things, Pandayji," Gideon added. "Anyone who spends so much time with the Holy Ones will understand who we are and what we're about."
By this time we were all sitting comfortably around the table. Having possession of the Ambrose Stone after all these years caused me to squirm with excitement. I was anxious to share its story with Gideon. From the corner of my eye, I could see Pandayji sitting sponge-like, quietly absorbing everything that was going on. It was as if he was trying to remember long forgotten adventures while reacquainting himself with old companions. I casually glanced at Marla and, again, there was that special alluring sensation at having her so close. We placed our dinner order and casually chatted while it was being served. But the Ambrose Stone, I must get back to it.
"Gideon, do you know what this is?" I asked, hardly able to contain my enthusiasm between bites of
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