I have had troubling dreams – always commencing with the sound of cackling reverberating off of stone walls. And I found myself inside the stone box inside the stone room that was Tinadell’s. And I could see both inside the box and outside as well – and Tinadell was pacing back and forth, wringing his hands.
And I am left wondering what it all meant.
It lingered with me each time I ventured forth on a dragon in search for the strand. It was becoming so distracting that I had to force myself to focus only on the task at hand.
After my fourth trip, Gibley was just returning too. He brought tremendous news – he had found one end of the strand. The goblin left it anchored to a rock on the other side where he discovered it flailing in the wind. He reports that it is much smaller than he had imagined. So he feels the other end will be equally as hard to locate.
Still we are all mightily encouraged by Gibley’s discovery and hold out hope that we will have the other end before Tinadell returns.
When I was alone with Merlin I took the opportunity to converse with him about the details of my dream. Although he assured me that all my concerns in that matter were in the past, I could not shake the sense that his concern for them was reborn.