CHAPTER 58It took Josyff a moment to identify the sound, tangled as it was with the frayed residue of his dream and his abrupt awakening.
The light had come on and he found himself looking at the bolts on his door, briefly fearful that a hand would appear from some mysterious direction and draw them. He shook off the image and swung out of bed. Halfway to the door and struggling into his dressing gown he caught sight of the knife on the table by his bed.
Some warrior, you, he thought ruefully. Ever prepared! He dithered for a moment, debating whether to continue to the door or return for the knife before the normal etiquettes of his life prevailed and he stepped to the door and opened it.
Henk looked down at him with beady unease.
“You must come. You must see this,” he said, before Jos
