Chastie Gaffarah stumbled back to her cell. That night it ... She hid among multitudes of miscreant souls, obscure in her brown robes, pretending she couldn a#39;t hear. ... The Elder Prophet was always shifting from, say, an art-centered vocabulary of pigments and canvas, to a western movie vocabulary of guns and sidekicks. ... She keyed in the proper instructions. ... Gaffarah looked at the post- 2008 texts.