CHAPTER 6Godwin rolled over, opened an eye, and smacked his lips. He always awoke hungry. He scrabbled in the sand beside him until he found his bag of dates, popped one into his mouth, and got up. He pushed a bare toe against the backside of El Sareuk, who erupted with a startled curse. Yellow-eyes woke at that and screamed, and Ramizail sat up.
“Time to ride, old wolf,” said Godwin. He went to the spring and drank deep. Then he walked past it toward the horses.
The horses were not there. He scowled, went through the palm trees, and made as if to set foot on the desert sands beyond.
The desert sands were not there.
He fell to his knees. His eyes snapped wide. Two inches before him the oasis came to an abrupt halt. There was nothing there but vacant space. The desert was gone. Everythi
