The events of the night before had been too frantic for me to be able to assimilate everything I’d seen and heard out there in the ruins. The horror of seeing a human being sacrificed had numbed me, and the sheer physical exhaustion I’d felt after the spirit had blasted us with magical backwash in its surge toward freedom had left me aching, tired, and unable to think clearly. But now, after a deep and dreamless sleep of several hours, I was fresh enough to start putting the pieces together.