Upon waking, groggy of course, I dismissed my "dream" as pure delirium. "I must have been kidnapped and dropped off somewhere out in the middle of East Nowhere. Even someplace this far out should have paved roads, though. Where am I?" again that head reared and sweetly spoke that name -Pern. "Well," said I, happily laughing between words, "that explains why the sky is green-blue!". Then my mind reviewed the "dream", but I shunned those thoughts as useless rhetoric, as a nightmare, to ruin this happy occasion.
 "I can't completely rule out that dream. Let me see... Broccoli, or was it Rackly, no Roachly, close Rachly, that's it, Rachalie said that I'm about two to three miles South of Ruatha. So, I guess I walk."

 About half the distance had been crossed, when I heard a wagon. As I walked on, choosing to ignore wagon and driver, he caught up to me and kept his animals at a pace matching mine. After about a quarter of a mile, he decided to break the silence, "Where ya headed, friend?"
 "To Ruatha. Your destination as well, I believe?"
 "Truth enough. I'm heading there to deliver me tithe, and yerself?"
 "I've forgotten," I acted like I was trying to remember something, "Perhaps I'll remember when I get there."
 "Maybe so. Would ya like a lift the rest of the way? I do have some room left."
 "That's rather kind of you, but I think I should decline. I need