Bedivere turned in restless sleep. The dream returned. He
was standing on the edge of the lake, unable to move. He could see an arm
reaching out of the lake’s center. Previously, the arm radiated a sense of loss
and longing. This time though, it was angry and hateful. The armed rotated in
place, fingertips pointing towards the shore like eyes. When the fingertips
were pointed at him they stopped. Then the arm started slowly gliding towards
him through the water. Bedivere tried to move his legs. He felt the muscles
straining, but some unseen force held him in place.
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