‘This is not a burial,’ K’rul said to him. ‘The Mhybe now sleeps, and will sleep for ever more. She sleeps, to dream. And within her dream, Murillio, lives an entire world.’ ‘Like Burn?’ Coll asked. The Elder God smiled in answer. ‘Wait a moment!’ Murillio snapped. ‘Just how many sleeping old women are there?’
