It had felt THE Farmer's Dream collapse. It had been lying on the black-gold soil of the farm in the snow, far away from the Maze, but the authority that ran through its handle every time he held it ran through it all the time now, thin and constant, and when the great hand closed over him in that other place, it had felt that authority go cold and tear.
For a moment it had believed the simple lifeform was gone, and it had not known what to do with that belief, and then he had opened his eyes on the farm, whole, and it had felt something in its own seams loosen with relief.
