Long Live the King

The personal diary of Margrath, son of Sand, pt 14

I believe I dreamt, although it was like no dream I have memory of.

I was on Corillaine. Sand and Delwin were there, though we did not speak. I found myself passing over the world and finally ending with the Elders in the Web of the Spider. There they gave me the staff of the Spider clan. This staff is carved with spiders and webs, and is familiar to me. It is held, usually, by the most respected shaman of the Spider clan. It has great ritual significance.

I looked at the Elders and they looked back at me, as if waiting for me to do something. I looked at the staff, lifted it up in both hands and brought it down across my knee, breaking it in two. Spiders flowed out from the pieces and there was a great tremor felt throughout the Web. This was very probably felt throughout Corillaine.

The web fell and, although I was not witness to it, so I believe did the rest of Corillaine. The destruction radiating out from the meeting places of the shamanic clans.

There was void and within the void I could make out shapes, like fleeting shadows moving within the void. There was the Serpent, the Unicorn, the Tree and many others, some greater, some lesser. They appeared to be contesting for control? Supremacy? Balance? I could not tell, but I could sense that the void went on forever, far beyond what had been Corillaine.

I woke to find Ibemo at my bedside and Mokoto soon came in, perhaps called by Ibemo. They had been concerned at the nature of my sleep as days had passed within my room, as I slept. They told me I had been somewhere where they could not sense me, although I had been there, asleep.

I said I was fine and I joined them for breakfast. After which I said that I must get back to practising for the upcoming duel and I left.