The simulacrum of the netchiman's wife who carried the egg of Vivec within it went back to looking for the lands of the Indoril. Along the journeycame to see it and offer instructions to its son-daughter, the future glorious invisible warrior-poet of Vvardenfell, Vivec. A troupe of spirits called the appeared. Vivec understood the challenge immediately and said:
The head of the Lobbyists,, tried to defend the concept's existence. He said, 'Saying something at the same time can be magical.'
. He said:
'Is not theand disparate elements that gel at the moment of the coincidence one of the prerequisites to being, in fact, coincidental? Synchronicity comes out of repeated coincidences at the lowest level. Further examination shows it is the utter power of the sheer number of coincidences that leads one to the idea that synchronicity is guided by something more than chance. Therefore, synchronicity ends up invalidating the concept of the coincidental, even though they are the symptomatic signs that bring it to the surface.'
Thus was coincidence destroyed in the land of the Velothi.
Then anrose up before the simulacrum of the netchiman's wife and said, 'If you are to be born a ruling king of the world you must confuse it with new words. .'
'Very well,' Vivec said, 'Let me talk to you of the world, which I share with. ? Have you taken the scenic route of her cameo? I have-- lightly, in secret, missing candles because they're on the untrue side, and run my hand along the edge of a shadow made from one hundred and three divisions of warmth, and left no proof.'
At this the Old Boneuntil it became , which Vivec drank, becoming a of the world.
Finally theappeared, and he was . Vivec understood the challenge immediately and said:
'Certitude is for theand who harbor it on their own time. I am a .'
The Chancellor bowed his head and smiled fifty different and perfect ways all at once.from his robe and broke it in half, handing both halves to the egg-image of Vivec.
Vivec laughed and said, 'Yes, I know. Theis as selfish as polar ice, and worsens when energies are spent on a life . I will have to suffer much that cannot be suffered, and to weigh matters that no astrolabe or compass can measure.'