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sang its own caterwauling fury, and he
couldn't move at all for several moments. The light through the window of
Dakin's home told him it was still early morning, but Gregor thought it would
take a bit of time before he was ready to get moving again. "It was just a
dream. The drink, I guess."
                "That
must have been a dream straight out of the hells to warm you like that. You
were burning up when I touched you. Here, drink this." Dakin held out a
wooden cup, but Gregor was hesitant. "No, don't worry. No more of the hair
of that dog. That dog bit you good. Just some spring water and bitter herbs.
Tastes terrible but it will make you feel better. Let me get you some breakfast
if you have the stomach for it. Need to get your strength back after that
fever. Never seen anything like that." Dakin mumbled to himself, while
assembling the meal. "You have really got to stay away from the spirits.
They definitely take you."
                Gregor
tentatively sipped at the bitter water, and found it at least made his stomach
stop burning. "You don't have to worry about that, Dakin. No, you don't
have to worry about that at all!" The refreshing spring water brought him
back to himself sooner that Gregor would have imagined possible. The sizzling
boar meat gave him a hunger in no time, and it wasn't too much longer before he
began turning over the events of his dream, if it was a dream. Gregor held on
to the remnants that were trying to flee from his mind as much as he could, and
what he remembered scared him. He doubted seriously it was a dream at all.
Someone was after him and Master Silverwing. Gregor somehow knew they were
after much more, as well.  
    ***

 
                Gregor
was enjoying the scent of the greenery since he had left Dakin. Knowledge
brought as much comfort to the warrior as experience, and Gregor had learned a
great deal of the woods while in Dakin's company. The hunter had taken time to
tell him what plants and berries would aid the warrior if he caught fever
again, or ran out of provisions before another hunter happened upon him. He
smiled to himself, thinking the huntsman was probably enjoying the bounty of
the wood again since Gregor had departed. The weather at least was favoring
him, and he had made good progress since leaving Dakin.
                His
host had packed a bag of dried meats and more of the bitter plants for Gregor
before allowing him to go, saying it was the least he could do. "Loud as
you are in that armor, I doubt you will find much game," Dakin had chided
him when the hunter had sent him on his way. "Rest easy in your travels,
Gregor. Master Silverwing is well thought of among the guardians of the woods,
and as deep as your path seems to be taking you, they will probably be all you
encounter until you make a road. The wolves shouldn't trouble you as long as
you set a fire at night." Gregor had been glad for all the wisdom Dakin
had shared.
    ***
                The
howls at night didn't trouble him nearly as much as the remnants of the dream
the drink had brought. The visitor had wanted the broken blade Gregor carried
with him. Gregor could not fathom why unless the figure was somehow in league
with the demon that had destroyed the Knights of Bella Grey. What kind of
person would have dealings with a demon? Gregor wished Silverwing were present
now. The visitation, which is how he had come to think of it, once more
answered none of the questions that plagued him. It only brought more
questions. All he could do is make his way to the city of Nactium and find the
Temple of Light as instructed.
                The
travel was made easier as Gregor followed the deer tracks, and he managed to
keep a steady pace. There would be no hint of civilization for several days to
come. Peace won out over the worries that Gregor had felt weighing him down,
and he became more certain with each day that the God of Light was watching
over him. He