Then suddenly they were alone. The courtiers had vanished and they were standing, hugging each other tightly, in the desert. The wind whipped them with sand, and overhead vultures wheeled. Terrified that the large birds were circling for them, he cast his eyes to the ground. Looking for…what?
He felt himself being shaken. His eyes shot open and in a panic he sat up.
“Come with me.” It was Bathor.
For a moment Pan was disoriented. Who was this man? Where was Seronisis? Then everything came crashing back to him.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Bathor frowned. “Did I say anything was wrong?” Then in lighter tone, with a noticeably fake smile. “I believe your king has come for you.”
Bathor took Pan by the hand and almost dragged him from the room.
“Steady on,” Pan said, struggling to keep up with Bathor, who was charging down the corridor. “What’s going on? What’s the hurry?”