In his dreams, the walls of Vundomu collapsed around him. A desperate voice called to him. As he searched through the crumbling ruins, arcs of flames exploded through the halls. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something white stalking him. With insectile speed, it skittered between the jumping shadows. As he watched he noticed more and more of the sudden flashes of motion. Bones, he realized, hundreds of hungry bones were crawling up through the wreckage. He startled awake. Despite the cold night air, his body was damp with sweat. He heard people rushing through the hall outside his room. The sun hadn’t even risen. He kicked the sheep skins and quilted blankets off his body and sat up in his massive bed, feeling disoriented and unsure of where he was or why he was here. Then he remembered. Vundomu. After his dream of stalking bones, the sound of people running outside his rooms disturbed him. He got out of bed and wandered out into the empty greeting room. He glanced out his window to Jath’ibaye’s chambers.
