You were sleeping, I tell you—” “—like a log,” Nimue sighed. “I know. I was weary and fell asleep. And what’s more, I had—” “Yes? What did you have?” She looked back. Behind her was the black forest. Before her was the road, running between an avenue of willows. A road towards destiny. The story goes on, she thought. The story never ends. “—a very strange dream.”
