
Perhaps I should describe Schahriar and how I found him (or how he found me), in order to explain these nightmares.
Strictly speaking, Schahriar was Karuna’s find. It was a balmy summer evening, as always, when she walked in the front door holding an incredibly fierce-looking tomcat in her arms. He was fully grown, and fat. He bared his fangs often, as if everything in the world rightly excited his mistrust. His eyes were so limpid that they seemed to melt into their very sockets. The dark pupil at the centre of that light, liquid sea of glaze constantly contracted and expanded, like an omen. He lost no love for anybody. He looked like a wild beast trapped in a cat’s body.
