I went to my small dorm and lay down on my cot. At first I couldn’t sleep. Laering, a voice kept saying in my head, a voice that sounded smooth, but when I tried to answer it, it would snap back, and it would say in a dark, slick, raspy, and blood-curdling voice Dęr næ! And every time I knew what the phrase meant, just for a second, then the process would repeat, and my thoughts were plunged back into blackness, until finally, I fell asleep, but now I wish I never had. I dreamed of dark things, things to evil to be turned into words, and when I woke I found Sarae shaking me,

“Laering, Laering!”

I found myself sweating, and my scar burning and glowing. I screamed in pain, and, as my senses finally started coming to me, everything went black.