Time seems a blur. I'm just filling hours until the hammer falls. And yet there is a strange quality of unreality to it all. Is he really coming? Is he really going to turn me into a demon? Is Borel really raising an army for my sake? It all seems dreamlike, storylike... as if I've drifted into an old tale, as if I'm a princess or the daughter of a cheiftain... not some bastard half-breed.