“What
did you just say?” Fiona demands.
“You
fetch a pretty penny when you're dreaming,” the sandman repeats.
“What
do you mean by that?”
The
sandman shoots a glance at Strauss.
“Don't
look at him,” Fiona commands, “Answer my question.”
“One
of their lordships,” the sandman begins, quickly adding “Don't
know which one, they send their man to collect you.” He looks
away, an involuntary tick rippling through him. “They pay a high
price to whoever catches you.”
“What
do they want with me?”
“Don't
know about that,” the sandman replies, “I just tries to catch you
if I see you out there.” He gestures at the waves. “Maybe they
likes your dreams.”
