Book3:WereMyDreamIs

oMedusaaeFairytoletthemknowthatthereishopenowandthatKingDimitri’sKingdomofDreamswouldbesuretorevive.

    Dimitriwokegraduallyfromhisdreamsamidthetwitteringofbirds,silveryandmelodious.Inthisdesertedrosegarden,ytheruinsofahouse,mostofwhichhadbeenburntdownyearsago.ThesmallpartthatwasleftstandinghadbeethetemporaryhomeofRichardandJamaz.Thedazzlingafternoonsunfilteredthroughthebrahetreethatscattereditsraysontheflightofsteps.Dimitri,whowasusedtoanomadlifehavinglivedmostofhislifeintheopenairoreets,didnotliketobecoopedupindoors.Therefore,hethgunnybag,spreaditonthecretegrounduheeaves,andsideredithistemporarybed.Heydownonitandbyforceofhabitputhisolive-coloredsafarihatoverhistummyandfoldedhishandsbehin