I had been expecting the young man who came to me with his ruined, scarred face. I knew he would want a face-change. I suspected that the freckled mask hanging on my wall would be the right fit for him, so I took it down and hid it. Then I showed him all the other faces on the wall. None of them pleased him. I took the freckled face out of its hiding place. “This one will fit you,” I said. I took off his old face and put on the new face. Then I warned him to return by the very same path that he took to find me.
I knew he would lose his way.