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The Mhybe watched as Korlat strode to meet her master She had seen Ano Forest, and then from a distance as the Son of Darkness spoke with Caladan Brood She re the sky above the Rhivi Plain Rake had been about to ascend to that floating fortress A pact with the wizards of Pale had been achieved, and the city was about to be besieged by Onearm’s Host He had stood then as he did now: tall, i down the length of his back, his long, silver hair drifting in the breeze

A slight turn of his head was his only acknowledgeht appeared Caladan Brood, Kallor, Dujek and the others

Tension bristled in the air, yet one that the Mhybe recalled as being present at that last , years before Anomander Rake was an ascendant as unlike Caladan Brood as to make them seem the opposite ends of power’s vast spectru, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape Violence, antiquity, soelid eddy in i beneath her very skin, every Rhivi spirit awakened in desperation

The sword, yet nipur in the hands of cold justice, cold and unhu us whose presence sparks fear in Kallor’s eyes the only one except, it seeht Kallor fear most, if not an alliance between the Son of Darkness and Silverfox?

All traces of exhaustion torn away by the thought, the Mhybe stepped forward

Kallor’s voice boomed ’Anomander Rake! I seek your clearest vision -- I seek the justice of your sword -- allow none to sway you with sentient in your ear!’

The Son of Darkness, a lone brow raised, slowly turned to regard the High King ’What else, Kallor,’ he said in a low, calm voice, ’keeps my blade from your black heart if not sentiht of the dawn finally stealing into the sky, the ancient warrior’s weathered, lean face assumed a paler shade ’I speak of a child,’ he rumbled ’No doubt you sense her power, the foulest of blossoms-’

’Power? It abounds in this place, Kallor This caaze swung to the Mhybe, who had stopped but a few paces from him

Her steps ceased His attention was a fierce pressure, power and threat, enough to

’Forces of nature, Mother,’ he said, ’are indifferent to justice, would you not agree?’

It was a struggle to reply ’I would, Lord of Moon’s Spawn’

’Thus it falls to us sentient beings, no matter hoorthy, to impose the moral divide’

Her eyes flashed ’Does it now?’