‘Now you may sleep’ the man seemed to say, cradling him in his arms as he strode across the sands. It was what he had least expected: kindness from this shadow that had been following him like a vulture. Yet instead of devouring or taking vengeance on him, he took mercy. And somehow, in the arms of what he had perceived as his enemy, alone together in this wasteland of moonless night, he trusted. 'Raven-winged one, o Angel of Darkness,' he wondered, 'Wherefore art thy feathers so soft?'