CHAPTER EIGHT
Aramis stood motionless. The man from his dream was real. The man didn’t move, but he was standing uncomfortably close to Kaldrick. He wore loose fitting-brown robes that had a hood pulled over his head. He didn’t seem very tall.
“What have you done to my men?” Aramis asked, slowly walking toward the druid.
“I haven’t done anything to them, Prince Aramis.”
“How do you know my name?” Aramis ceased walking.
“I know much more than your name, but that is not important. I warned you not to come here, and yet you still entered these woods.”
“It was a dream,” Aramis replied. “You were a dream.”
“Yet here I stand.”
“What’s going on? What happened to my men?”
“Come with me and I will explain everything.”
Aramis eyed the druid warily. He certainly didn’t trust the man. He poi
