Swiftcurrent Creek pearls

carefully lestan recounted the story he had told reverie: the golden deer arriving amid the dancing, cursing the name of mayfair; the thirty souls which had perished; the guard which had knocked him into blackness and spirited him elsewhere, so that he might start anew.
and then what he remembered of the deer, speaking 'reverie.' of the golden fur, of the doe had found torn outside swiftcurrent. of the cat and the burning doe which followed his fever-dreams.
"i know how it must sound, akavir, but this — this woman. this deer. reverie, i — they are connected. and this is a matter for mayfairs."