"Tell me what it is," Big D said.
Hessa sat by the fire with her hand pressed over her eyes. Her voice was low and careful, the way it got when she was trying very hard not to be afraid.
"It's big," she said. "Not as big as the Lull. Gray. It looks like a man made of wet clay, but hunched over, as tall as a house. It's kneeling at the line on the north side of Greywatch."
"What's it doing?"
"It puts its hands on a stone." Hessa swallowed. "Flat, like this. Both palms. And it waits. And after a while, the light in the stone goes out. Then the stone crumbles. It just turns into sand and falls apart."
Nobody said anything.
"Then it walks a little way around the ring and picks another one," Hessa said. "It doesn't go in order. It started at sunset. It's done four."
"It's breaking the line," Rudra said slowly.
