‘Have you ever known me to play foolish games, Irfan?’ Ibris said, his voice mildly conciliatory. ‘I can’t pretend that I believe this business of the Threshold and strange worlds beyond where dead men can be alive again, but I’m satisfied that I was menaced in some way in my dream. And I’ve enough experience of Dream Finding to know that a Dream Finder can’t be separated from the dreamer as you were. We don’t need to know exactly what’s happening to know that something’s badly amiss. And I intend to take action to protect our flanks by using the only troops we have to hand for the job.’
Menedrion looked up and the two men gazed at one another silently for some time, the one fatigued and afraid beneath his air of angry bluster, the other determined and concerned. Eventually Menedrion lowe
