Gobelen’s memories of the dark day were vivid. Then again, he had no way of knowing how long ago that day was when his prison permitted him no light or sound. There was only the voice that had sentenced him to the bottle ringing neverendingly in his ears, and the visions of the lead seal forming over the exit.
Gobelen perceived a deafening crack and blinding light. Could it be…?
Cautiously, he unfolded into the world beyond the bottle. This world was different from the one he’d known. He examined the stars that shown within the walls of the house, then the strange devices that filled the room. He guessed it was a kitchen because of the fruit and bread he saw. He wondered if he’d been kept in Solomon’s palace, or the home of some other great king. Whatever the case, the most important question was how to ensure he did not wake from one nightmare into another.