I set my hand on his shoulder. He was shaking. I spoke quietly. “So they found me. And we will make them very sorry they did. Did not you tell me that you had dreamed me as Destroyer? That is my prediction: I will destroy the people who destroyed my child.” “Where is the bottle?” He sounded utterly discouraged, and I decided to take mercy on him. “We drank it. We’ve talked enough. Go to sleep.” “I cannot. I fear to dream.” I was drunk. The words tumbled from my mouth. “Then dream of me,
