It came to him, unhelpfully, that the ancient traditional formal dress of the Dream Finder included two knives and a sword. He knew why now!
His hand went to his belt, but he did not even have his weighted club with him. That had been left behind when Feranc had called to bring him to the Duke, and set him on this increasingly terrifying slide into the unknown.
And was that barely two days ago?
Momentarily, he was in two places at once. Here, in this thunderous, haunted turmoil, and sitting in Nyriall’s room in the Moras, Tarrian and Grayle whimpering and twitching at his feet, and Estaan sitting on the edge of his seat by the window and staring at him wide-eyed.
‘And a Master may pass through the Gateways into the Threshold, and there journey through the Doorways between the worlds. B
