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Andawyr awoke suddenly and gazed around in alarm. Everywhere was dark. His thoughts whirled in despair. Had his rescue been just a dream? Brother Oslang and the others? Was he still bound by Him, cowering fearful in the mountains of Narsindal? Hiding his body from His scouring patrols while his spirit and power were pinioned?
He started at a sudden sound nearby in the darkness. It came again. A grunt, then a splutter. Slowly a torch bloomed into life to reveal a familiar room and a familiar figure sprawled awkwardly on a short couch. Oslang. He was yawning ungraciously and rubbing his eyes.
Relief spread over Andawyr, more comforting even than the soft sheets and the muted torchlight that covered him. It had been no dream. He was home. Not in his own room he noted, but home, wit
