Sarai shook her head. “The golem.” “You mean the Shrike.” “It’s the golem,” insisted Sarai. “The same one we see in the dream.” Sol was uneasy. “I don’t see a golem in the dream. What golem?” “The red eyes that watch,” said Sarai. “It’s the same golem that Rachel heard that night in the Sphinx.” “How do you know that she heard anything?” “It’s in the dream,” said Sarai. “Before we enter the place where the golem waits.” “We haven’t dreamed the same dream,” said Sol. “Mother, Mother…why haven’t you told me this before?”
