CHAPTER TWO
Rainbow City"You are mad," said the man with the tired voice.
I was drifting. I was swaying, bodiless, over a huge abyss of caverned space; chasmed, immense, limitless. Vaguely, through a sleeping distance, I heard two voices. This one was old and very tired.
"You are mad. They will know. Narayan will know."
"Narayan is a fool," said the second voice.
"Narayan is the Dreamer," the tired voice said. "He is the Dreamer, and where the Dreamer walks he will know. But have it your way. I am very old and it does not matter. I give you this power, freely—to spare you. But Gamine—"
"Gamine—" the second voice stopped. After a long time, "You are old, and a fool, Rhys," it said. "What is Gamine to me?"
Bodiless, blind, I drifted and swayed and swung in the sound of the voices. The
