in this realm, the boundaries ruling the ordinary world — the world of dreams, the world of forms — dissipated like mist. Life — all of it — was one energy. Those who could perceive this energy could also wield it in others, as long as they remained in touch with their will. A voice from the world — or was it the elf? — whispered a thought to him: To make the fear go away, he must break the bond between the priest and the horses.
