It's like stepping into another world -- well, not like, his sleeping consciousness corrects him: it is another world. The geography is different, the trees and the bamboo, the style of the cottage, the mountains in the distance, all so unlike Hungary or Constantinople or Camelot. The breathtaking beauty of it seems-- it seems unkind to say it's at odds with Shen Yuan's demeanor, but there's something about it that doesn't quite come together for Sagramore, as if it's perhaps a touch too austere. But he's sleeping, Luo Binghe said, so perhaps it's as much the imprecision of dreams.

"Did he know you here?" he asks.