George Frederick Watts Sir Galahad

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Hester!"
And woke.
He was in the tent, safe, and Hester nibbled his chin. He was sweating. The shaman was sitting cross-legged, but a shiver passed over Lee as he saw that the eagle daemon was not there near him. Clearly this forest was a bad place, full of haunting phantasms.
Then he seeing. If I'da known you was a seer, I'da cured you a long while back. Now, you cut it out, you hear?"
He rubbed her head with his thumb, and she shook her ears.
And without the slightest transition he was floating in the air alongside the shaman's daemon, Sayan Kotor the osprey. To be in the presence of another man's daemon and away from his own affected Lee with a powerful throb of guilt and strange pleasure. They were gliding, as if he became aware of the light by which he was seeing the shaman, because the fire was long out, and the darkness of the forest was profound. Some distant flicker picked out the tree trunks and the undersides of dripping leaves, and Lee knew at once what it was: his dream had been true, and a zeppelin pilot had flown into the hillside."Damn, Lee, you're twitching like an aspen leaf. What's the matter with you?" Hester grumbled, and flicked her long ears."Ain't you dreaming too, Hester?" he muttered."You ain't dreaming, Lee, you're