Kambala, the Irish bastard, sees hell behind the glittering faade of Thamel. He would set the whole world on fire to see a flicker of smile across his mother's face. His heart is loaded. It pumps blood but allows no feelings to take place in it. It doesn't bleed. The channel of communication between his heart and mind is broken. His heart is dumb and deaf. His mind and heart lives apart. Kambala doesn't allow his mind to go anywhere near his heart. He treats his heart sacrosanct because it is laden with the command of his master. Has he been able to rescue his mother from the ocean of torment? He has no means to know it. The thunderclap and the flash of lightening strike the mystic's command off his heart. His heart bereft of command lapses into torment. Kambala looks back on the bloody path he trod. He finds himself on the dead end. He is lost in a maze. His deceased mother shows him a way.