| The Crescent-headed One moved forward to speak. In a hushed tone, he said, "I saw a dream wherein a man thought he had awakened on a beautiful morning. He set about his daily routine, and all was as it should have been, until he looked down to find that his hands--" Here he paused for a moment before shrieking, "His hands were the heads of ravenous wolves!"
"How fine, how fine," said the Old Man, a sudden grin creasing the skin around his eyes. |