Chapter 28

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌⁠The only dream that Forbes knew that night—or remembered, at least—was a dream of his latest garrison, and the same bugle humming like the single nagging morning fly that frets a sleeper awake. It was warily intoning its old "I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up in the morning."

He leaped from his bed, and was astonished to find himself standing in a strange room with an open