Chapter 25Darkness. Twittering wisps of fading dreams.
‘Sire?’
Recognition.
‘Antyr? How...? I’m not dreaming. Am I?’
‘No, sire. But you are asleep. I’ve sought you thus to tell you that the men who slew Nyriall and who have troubled us these past nights, have visited the envoy.’
‘Visited?’ Alarm. Guards! ‘How?’
‘Rest easy, sire. They came through his dreams. They conjured the form of the Bethlarii god Ar-Hyrdyn from him, and tormented him cruelly. He is Ar-Hyrdyn’s priest.’
‘I feel your pain and anger, Dream Finder. Are you certain it was they?’
‘Beyond doubt, sire. Their presence is unmistakable. And they faltered and then punished him when he asked to see their domain again.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘They have perhaps tempted him before with some joy in the Threshold, but since m
