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Carey looked at the man curiously. He looked like a holy man- his hair and his beard white as the snow, his skin aged and wrinkled. He wore a white piece of cloth wrapped around his body and his face had a calm and peaceful look about it. His eyes were closed but Carey could tell that he was aware of their presence. The Princess looked at Carey with lots of questions in her mind. He walked towards him slowly- “Welcome O’ great Keeper!” said the old man in Hindi, with his eyes still closed Carey was surprised and looked at the Princess. “You hear that?” he asked her. “Hear what?” she asked confusingly “Only you can hear my voice, old friend, I’m talking to you with the power of my mind,” said the holy man. Carey approached him gently and stood in front of the great fire. As he looked