My eyelids drooped. I lived a century, an eon, as a million minutes ticked away, and I was weary at last. The moon was dipping into the bay to the east. There was a lavender glow in the east, the early herald of sweet aurora, goddess of dawn. The satyr king’s consort was pointing at the glow and calling out to him. He crowed out, and the Satyr’s and their females roused themselves, gathering up empty wineskins and the drums. The bonfire had gone cold, and they scattered the ashes until there was no sign of it. Lead by their king, these strange creatures...no, no!!...strange people, drifted silently under the eaves of the forest. In moments they were gone. Treise and I were alone again.
I looked down at her sleeping face from where I still hung, bound to the pillar of stone. She was sleepi
