Chapter 73 Michael didn’t go to the stables to bed down when the other men did. Instead he stood at the fence around the sheep and goats, his foot on the bottom rung, and thought of the young people, the students, caught up in this madness, the dangers not only from the chimeras but also from the village men. The village men had confiscated taken their guns and rifles. Now, he understood why. If they had them, they would be tempted to use them on Kohler or anyone else who threatened the students. Too many of these kids had already died. Michael tried not to think about that, and not to think about the strange history Quade relayed of his ancestors. Psychics and alchemists? Charlatans most likely, and yet, he had known and seen things that this world had no answer for. If he had such abi

