Chapter 38Amid the ghastly flickering and screaming chaos of the blind man’s Dream Nexus, Ivaroth waited. Hitherto he had had to pause there for only the merest instant, scarcely a heartbeat, before the way would become apparent and his spirit, now bearing the blind man’s Dreamself, would leap towards it. He had never questioned the nature of this strange conjoining. It was just one more strange quality among the many that this profoundly strange old man possessed. And, in any event, he had found that little about the blind man responded to thoughtful analysis. It was sufficient for Ivaroth that it happened the way it did and that he was the blind man’s only vehicle into the dreams of others, or the worlds beyond.
The only vehicle, that is, except for the man, if man it was, they had enco
