I think I dozed in the saddle, our progress gentler now as we swept the horizon. I dreamt of rain on a world that perhaps had never known it. A torrent fell past me through bottomless skies while winds roared and shook trees whose roots I could not see. I fell with the rain, falling until it seemed I traveled not down but forward with the ground rushing beneath me. I stood upon a gray plain, not rough but paved and smooth. Ahead a black dome rose shallow against the sky, perfectly smooth and surrounded by pillars wider than any tree. A great crowd stood about me—but did not mark me as I passed
...more
Prophecy!
