Chapter 12
He entered the Dream stiffly, his mind braced for another attack by whatever force had grabbed him before. But everything was quiet and peaceful—no upheavals, nothing out of the ordinary. The city of Urba spread out quietly below him, its citizens going about their normal business of praying for their souls. There was no indication of the titanic struggle he had undergone just a short while ago.
He relaxed after a few moments and oriented himself once more. On the surface, nothing had changed since he left the Dream, but he couldn’t be certain of that. He’d spent at least half an hour outside, and that was quite a long period here in the Dream, where Rondel had accelerated the action considerably.
His first step was to relocate the Heretics and regain their confidence. He loo
