His rebuff, her fear and uncertainty, caused another shift in the mercurial fabric of the dream, and she was once more clad as if for bed in the silken robes bared feet.  Aurora turned to face him as he circled her, her breath quickening with a sudden fear.  He could not have known that, not unless. . .not unless he was who. . .then that would mean. . .<br/><br/>"By the Sun and Moon," she whispered.  "How?  The Daggo killed you, they burnt your body when they took Harrowedall.  Did. . .am I dead too?"