by Barclay Totten Copyright ©2025 Jake awoke in a bed in the alcove in Lalla's weaving room. He felt clean and dressed in bed clothing beneath clean sheets and a heavy wool blanket. He felt like Frodo waking up in Rivendale, healed by Elven medicine. It was morning. Again, the Mediterranean light beckoned his return to consciousness with all its mysterious qualities and told him that he had once more lapsed beyond the boundaries of time. Through the latticed windows, Jake co