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'They're waiting；〃 Miriamele whispered to the troll。 〃They saw what happened to the first one。〃
〃But I was doing nothing！〃 said Binabik。 〃My dart is still unflown。〃
The figure raised its head。 〃Close 。。。 the 。。。 door。〃 Each word was an agonized effort。 〃They are 。。。 behind me。。。。〃
Miriamele gaped in astonishment。 〃It's Cadrach！〃 Binabik stared first at her； then at the monk； who had collapsed again。 He put down his walking…stick and ran forward。
〃Cadrach？〃 Miriamele slowly shook her head。 〃Here？〃
The dwarrows rushed past her； hurrying to shut the door。
24
The Graylands
The colorless fog went on forever； without floor or ceiling or any visible limit at all。 Simon floated in the middle of nothingness。 There was no movement； no sound。
〃Help me！〃 he shouted； or tried to； but his voice never seemed to leave his own head。 Leieth was gone； her last touch upon his thoughts now grown cool and distant。 〃Help！ Someone！〃
If any shared the empty gray spaces with him； they did not answer。
And what if there is someone or something here？ Simon thought suddenly； remembering all he had been told about the Road of Dreams。 It might be something I don't want to meet。 This might not be the Dream Road； but Leieth had said it was close。 Binabik's master Ookequk had met some dreadful thing while he walked the road… and it had killed him。
But would that be worse than just floating here forever； like a ghost？ Soon there will be nothing left of me worth saving。
Hours went by with nothing changing。 Or it might have been days。 Or weeks。 There was no time here。 The nothingness was perfect。
After a long empty space； his weak and scattered thoughts again coalesced。
Leieth was supposed to push me back； back to my body； to my life。 Maybe I can do it myself。
He tried to remember what it felt like to be inside his living body； but for a long while could form only disjointed and disturbing images of the most recent days… burrowing diggers grinning into the torchlight； the Norns gathered whispering on the hilltop above Hasu Vale。 Gradually he summoned a vision of the great wheel； and a naked body prisoned upon it。
Me！ he exulted。 Me； Simon！ I'm still alive！
The figure hanging on the wheel's rim was shadowy and without much form； like a crudely carved image of Usires on His Tree； but Simon could feel the intangible connection between it and him。 He tried to give the shape a face； but could not remember his own features。
I've lost myself。 The realization crawled over him like a blanket of killing frost。 I don't remember what I look like…I don't have a face！
The figure on the wheel； even the wheel itself； wavered and became indistinct。
No！ He clung to the wheel； willing its circular shadow to stay before his mind's eye。 No！ I'm real。 I'm alive。 My name is Simon！
He struggled to remember how he had looked in Jiriki's mirror…but first had to draw up the memory of the mirror itself； its cool feel beneath' his fingers； the delicate smoothness of its carvings。 It had warmed at his touch until it felt like a living thing。
Suddenly he could recall his own face prisoned in the Sithi glass。 His red hair was thick and unkempt； slashed by a white streak； down his cheek from eye to jaw ran the mark of the dragon's blood。 The eyes did not reveal all that went on behind them。 It was not a boy who looked back from Jiriki's mirror； but a rawboned young man。 It was his own face； Simon realized； his own face returned to him。
He narrowed his will； straining to force his own features onto the shadowy form hanging on the wheel。 As the mask of his face grew upon the dim figure； everything else became clearer； too。 The forge chamber grew out of the indistinct gray nothing； faint and ghostly； but unquestionably a real place from which Simon was separated only by some short； indefinable distance。 Hope flooded back into his heart。
But no matter how he tried； he could not push any farther。 He wanted desperately to return…even to the wheel…yet it remained tantalizingly out of reach： the more he struggled； the greater the distance seemed between the Simon that floated in the dreamworld and his empty； slumbering body；
I can't reach it！ Defeat pulled at him。 I can't。 With that realization； his vision of the wheel dimmed； then vanished。 The phantom forge evaporated as well； leaving him adrift once more in the colorless void。 He summoned up the strength to try again； but this time could bring into existence only the faintest glimmering of the world he had left behind。 It faded swiftly。 Furious； despairing； he tried again and again； but was unable to break through。 At last； his will flagged。 He was defeated。 He belonged to the void。 I'm lost。。。。
For a while Simon knew nothing but hollowness and hopeless pain。
He did not know if he had slept or passed over into some other realm； but when he could feel himself think again； something else had finally e to share the emptiness。 A single mote of light glowed faintly before him； like a candle flame seen through a thick fog。
〃Leieth！？ Leieth； is that you？〃
The spark did not move。 Simon willed himself toward the gleam of light。
At first he could not say if it grew nearer； or whether； like a star on the horizon； it remained remote and beyond reach no matter how he traveled。 But even though Simon could not be sure that the spark was any closer； things began to change around him。 Where once there had been only airy nothingness； he now began to see faint lines and shapes which gradually became sharper and more distinct until at last he could make out the forms of trees and stones…but all were transparent as water。 He was passing along a hillside； but the very earth below him and the vegetation that shrouded it seemed only scarcely more real than the void that stretched overhead in place of the sky。 He seemed to be moving through a landscape of clear glass； but when he lost his way for a moment and stepped into a rock in his path； he passed through it。
Am I the ghost？ Or is it this place？
The light was nearer。 Simon could see its warm glow reflected faintly in the fog of tree…shapes that ringed it round。 He moved closer。
The radiance hovered on the edge of a ghostly valley； perched at the end of a jut of translucent stone。 It was cradled in the arms of a dim； smoky figure。 As he drew closer； the phantom turned。 Ghost or angel or demon； it had the face of a woman。 The eyes widened； although they did not quite seem to see him。
〃Who is there？〃 The shadowy woman's face did not move； but there was no question in his mind that it was she who spoke。 Her voice was reassuringly human。
〃I am； I'm lost。〃 Simon thought of how he would feel； approached in this deathly emptiness by a stranger。 〃I mean no harm。〃
A ripple passed through the woman's form； and for a moment the gleam of light she cradled against her breast glowed more brightly。 Simon felt it as a spreading warmth inside him and was strangely forted。 〃I know you；〃 she said slowly。 〃You came to me once before。〃
He could make no sense of that。 〃I am Simon。 Who are you？ What is this place？〃
〃My name is Maegwin。〃 She sounded uneasy。 〃And this is the land of the gods。 But surely you know both those things。 You were the gods' messenger。〃
Simon had no idea what she meant； but he was desperately hungry for the pany of another creature； even this ghost…woman。 〃I am lost；〃 he repeated。 〃May I stay here and talk to you？〃 It seemed somehow important that he have her permission。
〃Of course；〃 she said； but the uncertainty had not left her voice。 〃Please； be wele。〃
For a moment he could see her more clearly； her sorrowful face was framed by thick hair and the hood of a long cloak。 〃You are very beautiful；〃 he said。
Maegwin laughed； something Simon felt more than heard。 〃In case I had forgotten； you have reminded me that I am far from the life I knew。〃 There was a pause。 The glowing light pulsed。 〃You say you are lost？〃
〃I am。 It's hard to explain； but I am not here…at least； the rest of me is not。〃 He considered telling her more； but was hesitant to open himself pletely even t