“We are told,” said Camilla, “to pray to his image, and then he himself will come from behind us and lay his hundred hands upon our heads and breathe into us the greater life so that we shall live no longer with our own life but with his. No one has ever dreamed it was the Unicornman. We were told you bore stings not for us but for our enemies.”
“But do those who have been through it never tell?”
“How could they tell?”
“But they don’t speak.”
“You mean they are dumb?” said Scudamour.
“They are – I don’t know how it is with them, “said the girl. “They go about their business needing no words because they live with a single life higher than their own. They are above speech.”
From The Dark Tower
The Dark Tower: And Other Stories. Copyright © 1977 by C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers.