IV
Somnia Febricata
‘Fevered Dreams’
There were smiles in the shadows, the looks of gods and shades alike. Few see the signs of these presences, ever notice or heed them. They put them down to the restless imaginations and worries of mortal men and women.
But the Gods do dwell among mortals, and the dead do tread the pathways of the living with the dying of the year. The darkness can hold many things - peace and quiet, danger and menace among them.
In his cubiculum on the ground floor of the hall, Einion turned over in his sleep, like a pebble rolled back and forth with the tide. He did not wake, but his body shuddered and sweat.
And he wept…oh he wept. And the menacing form in the shadows rejoiced at his tears, the pain that was churned up like the silt at the bottom of tidal pool t
