She closed her eyes, breathing a prayer of thanks to Helana. It was what she had always done, but now she had crossed into Na’s realm. When she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar-looking fungus peering out from behind a rock. She went to look more closely. Yes, it was just like a kind that she knew from the woods. She also found a rocky overhang where some hermit or traveler had cleared the sharp pebbles away to make a sleeping place. She gorged herself on the mushroom, which tasted more bitter than she thought it would, most likely because she had no fire on which to cook it. In any case, she was too tired to think of such things.
Myril slept. At first, she did not dream. The stars wheeled above in their accustomed orbits. The moon rose, casting the landscape into sharp relief of gray o
