Cait stood near the water once more. In her mind"s eye, in her dream, she was in the hills, the lake one of those tarns that nestle unexpectedly in hidden valleys between high peaks. The water was mirror-still, the reflections of the mountain-tops appearing solid. For a moment she had the dizzying illusion of looking through a gaping hole in the ground.
She stood nearer to the water than before; she could feel the cold coming off it. Light slanting through heavy clouds painted the scene in vivid purples and yellows, illuminating clumps of heather and gorse.
Come to the water, said a voice on the wind. Come. Cait tried to move. Each step took effort. Her limbs were clumsy and the wind resisted. Come. Step by step, the waters grew nearer. But the strength required to move increased, too. I
