her. But the dream was terrible, and I awoke, sweating, and found the Sagamore seated upright in the darkness beside me.

“Is it time to change the guard?” I asked, still shivering from the horror of my dream.

“You have scarce yet closed your eyes, Loskiel.”

“Why are you seated upright wide awake, my brother?”

“There is evil in the wind.”

“There is no wind stirring.”

“A witch-wind came slyly while you slept. Did you not dream, Loskiel?” In spite of me I shivered again.

“That is foolishness,” said I. “The Wyandotte’s silly talk has made us wakeful. Our sentinels watch. Sleep, Mayaro.”