DREAM CATCHER
“Courage is knowing what not to fear.”
- Plato
A knock on the door resounded through Ulo’s map room; the crisp rap of a spear on a slab of wood as dense as thorns.
Lower doors in the Silver Palace were made of rock, hung on pins finished like jewels so they pushed open with a finger, but up here, in his chambers, the doors were single-plank monstrosities, cut from massive trunks hauled out of the mountains near the Falconsrealm bridge at immense expense.
Ulo and Mukul stood near the largest carved map, each with a pipe in one hand and pushpins in the other. The latch tripped and the door swung open ahead of a powerfully built young man, copper-skinned and serious in a bright silver skullcap and gray robes. He approached Ulo and Mukul with his hands folded.
“Galè of Lor,
