Orson Scott Card
Tor Science Fiction
THE DREAM OF THE GENERAL
General Vozmuzhalnoy Vozmozhno awoke from his dream, sweating, moaning. He opened his eyes, reached out with his hand, clutching. A hand caught his own, held it.
A man's hand. It was General Plodorodnuy. His most trusted lieutenant. His dearest friend. His inmost heart.
"You were dreaming, Moozh." It was the nickname that only Plod dared to use to his face.
"Yes, I was." Vozmuzhalnoy--Moozh--shuddered at the memory. "Such a dream."
"Was it portentous?"
"Tell me. I have