The Morning with Circleman August

Gerald sat the night away, keeping watch over the Circle Wizard August.  Especially since he couldn't keep his magical powers sealed forever...  He walked in the waking dreams of his people, and prayed that nothing would happen.  Not a creature stirred in the house in the room that he held the Wizard in.  He had tied the Wizard to the bedposts of one of the side rooms that Lydia had explained belonged to one of her brothers.  In it, he had found much more 'up to date' clothing and even a set of royalty approved robes for the nobility.  They were a little short on him, when he had tried to put them on earlier, but a little magic had fixed that right up.  As morning approached, the Wizard began to snore.  Deep, loud, and echoing the fitful nature of the Wizard's dreams.