Mother Is Watching YouChapter 2
I woke as a tall brown youth. I must have been fairly young as I had no wrinkles upon the backs of my hands. I was lying on a stone shelf inside a structure made of stone blocks larger than I could ever move by hand. I slowly sat up and wondered at what lay about me. Upon a stone table lay a long linen cloth that I knew was fashioned as a garment to cover my hips and crutch. A sleeveless jacket went over that and a long jacket of steel scales that would stretch to my knees once worn. A...