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Trull Sengar saw chains upon the Letherii He saw the i woven together into a chaoticand no end could be found He understood why they worshipped an empty throne And he knew the ress was necessity, groas gain Reciprocity belonged to fools and debt was the binding force of all nature, of every people and every civilization Debt was its own language, within which were used words like negotiation, coality was a skein of duplicity that blinded the eyes of justice

An eold coins

Father Shadow had sought a world wherein uncertainty could work its insidious poison against those who chose intransigence as their weapon – hich they held wisdom at bay Where every fortress eventually cruht of those chains that exerted so inflexible an ehost – the Betrayer The one who sought to o He argued that every certainty is an empty throne That those who knew but one path would coued, and in the silence of that ghost’s indifference to his words he came to realize that he himself spoke – fierce with heat – from the foot of an empty throne

Scabandari Bloodeye had never made that world He had vanished in this one, lost on a path no-one else could follow

Trull Sengar stood before the corpse and itsleaves, and felt desolation in his soul A multitude of paths waited before him, and they were all sordid, sodden with despair

The sound of boots on the trail He turned

Fear and Rhulad approached Wearing their cloaks Fear carried Trull’s own in his ar a small pack

Rhulad’s face was flushed, and Trull could not tell if it was born of anxiety or excite hi?’

‘Our father passes this night in the teuidance’

‘The Stone Bowl,’ Rhulad said, his eyes glittering ‘Mother sends us to the Stone Bowl’

‘Why?’

Rhulad shrugged

Trull faced Fear ‘What is this Stone Bowl? I have never heard of it’

‘An old place In the Kaschan Trench’

‘You knew of this place, Rhulad?’