The dancing, magical...the wine, magnificent...the company, captivating...my foot, HURTING!

After my Lady Varilla's departure, of which I was not totally surprised, I mingle with the guests, meet old friends and perform the hostly duties. The wine begins to take its toll, and I feel the need to go to my chambers. I say a formal good evening to the many people in the room and then retire for the evening. Thoughts swim thru my head. Many thoughts, without realizing it I find myself outside OUR bed chamber. More thoughts. I reverse my steps and go to my guest quarters. Sleep hits me hard and fast.

*****sometime in the night*****

The scream of "NOOOOOOOO!" awakens me. I look around, and realize it is my own scream. The images of my dream wash back thru my brain. It was terrible, horrible, unforgettable. I saw Corwin, amidst a battle, being cut down, and killed. I am glad it is not so.

It is early, too early to go to Rilla. I shall wait.