CHAPTER TEN
Ebube jerked awake where he lay. Daylight briefly impaired his vision but he saw that he was in a small shanty built with sticks and torn rags. His memory was fragmented for a brief moment, and then he remembered the nightmare of the phantoms. It was one dream he could never forget.
He must have passed out and slid into dreamland when his horse tripped, he thought. Then he noticed the ugly marks and scars on his body; he had carried the wounds to real life! He had heard stories where one bore in real life the marks sustained in a dream, but he had never believed such stories. Now he bore those marks. Or had the event really happened?
He looked around puzzled that he was now in a shack. His machete lay close by on the floor. The cooking utensils he noticed in a corner told hi
