By then the room held people who had to tell a story. It was a night for paying with words for a condition broken. The first to stand were the three dervishes.
The three had met at that doorway for the first time that day. None of them knew where the others came from, and no names had been asked. And not one of the three had both eyes.
It is rare for people who have lost the same thing to end up in one room. The others in the room see it before anything is said. One by one the three begin to tell how it happened to them.