but the figure came on and it was drawing a gun and that was when she awoke , sometimes with a scream , sometimes only in a shuddery cold sweat , knowing that she had dreamed badly but unable to remember anything save the mad , exhilarating plunge down the wooded trail and the smell of fire ... these things , and an almost sick feeling of betrayal ... and in the stable that day , she would touch necromancer or perhaps put the side of her face against his warm shoulder and feel a dread for which she had no name .