There was no answer, only the sudden onslaught of sleepiness. Anaeth slumped to the floor again. But Herbert felt the fire of his scratched legs and his eyes snapped open. Alexandra felt her throat parched and cracked, and fought off the sleep. Jock's muscles felt the burden of a terrible weight, and he straightened under it. The spell shifted and the three felt their shapes being torn from them. Again, the pain of their trials saved them from the malevolent enchantment. Then the darkness ...