...all shadows, he saw the great lump filling the simple bed. This was his dream, he reasoned, therefore its secrets were for him to discover – and he lifted back the coarse woolen covers.

Suddenly bright daylight that hurt the wincing eye -- and the great bear reared, roaring a curiously sweet breath in his face.

Drakon thought he should greet the she-bear: perhaps to placate her, to learn what her presence should mean in his odd dream.

She swatted him aside with one great paw. He crumpled by the wall. He had never felt such pain in any dream.