Antomír awoke extremely disoriented. He was lying in a field of new grass so bright green that it was nearly translucent. Khaidu lay near him. One of her eyes was open, but she seemed to have no interest in opening the other one. Antomír turned around and saw . . .
Well, everyone.
He stood up.
Behind him was a field of bodies. For a moment, he thought he had returned to the Realm of the Dead. But that couldn’t be. They were not bodies. They were sleeping forms, coming awake. He recognized Aglaia and Adelaida among them, as well as Batuk and his brothers. They all looked as confused and groggy as he felt.
The field sowed with awakening sleepers reached for at least a mile all the way to a wall of rock that was far higher than any mountain Antomír had ever seen. It was as though all the
