hisTsarag broke free of the guards and ran away from the White Gate, back into the outer city, tears streaming down his face. He ran until his breath came in painful gasps, until the cold air tore at his lungs and he could run now more. Then he stopped, and leaned against a wall in the snow, and tried to puzzle out what had happened. He prayed to the Winter Gods, asking their forgiveness, if this were all some punishment they’d set upon him for whatever sin. No, he didn’t think it was that. No, he didn’t think this was a dream either. Somehow, somewhere, between last night and now, he had indeed awakened, but not into quite the same city, quite the same world. He stopped people on the street and demanded to know of House Vin, and no one knew what he was talking about. When he claimed to be
