"And you loosed a Dreamer!" he cried. "A Dreamer with all his power hardly come upon him! He is harmless as yet—but he wakes, and he walks! And one day the power will come upon him—and he will destroy us all!" Evarin's thin features were drawn with despair; not arrogant, now, but full of suffering. "A Dreamer—", he sighed. "A Dreamer, and you had been made one with him already! Can you see now why we do not trust you—brother?"
Without answering I rose and went to the window. This window did not look on the neat little park, but on a vast tract of wild country. Far away, curious trails of smoke spiralled up into the sunlight and a wispy fog lay in the bottomlands.
"Down there," said Evarin in a low voice, "Down there the Dreamer walks and waits! Down there—"
But I did not hear the rest, for my mind completed it. Down there—
Down there is my lost memory. Down there was my life.
Somewhere down there I had left my soul.
[CHAPTER THREE]
Flowers of Danger
I turned my back on the window. "Rhys is a Dreamer," I said with slow certainty. "What is Gamine?"
Evarin nodded slowly, ignoring the question. "Rhys is a Dreamer, yes. He is old—so old he is almost mortal now; so he wakes, and he too walks. But he was one of us once—the only Dreamer ever born within the Rainbow City. His loyalty is double; but he will never harm Narabedla, because he is of our blood." Evarin cleared his throat. "So Gamine takes what knowledge can be had from his old, old mind. And does not pay."