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The bastards were in our ca’s faith in us…

‘Let us strike the tents,’ Fear said, ‘and be on our way’

Trull found hi the horizon in an endless sweep, his sense of vulnerability at ti watched, tracked The emptiness of the landscape was a lie, soh this did not – could not – excuse Rhulad’s failing

Trust was gone, and Trull well knew that Rhulad’s future would now be do man’s future path awaited him, deep-rutted and inevitable A private journey beset by battle, each step resisted by a host of doubts, real and iined – the distinction made no difference any more Rhulad would see in his brothers and friends an unbroken succession of recrilance And, the tragedy was, he would not be far from the truth

This would not be kept froar sha rivals and the spiteful – and, given the opportunity, there were plenty of those to be found A stain that claiar line

They h the eht sight of so ahead, and liular, rising froe its size, but Trull sensed that the projection was substantial, and unnatural

‘That is the place,’ Fear said ‘Hannan Mosag’s dreaift there’

‘Then let us be about it,’ Theradas said, setting off

The spar grew steadily before them Cracks appeared in the snow and ice underfoot, the surface sloping upward the closer they approached The shard had risen up from the deep, cataclyson-sized chunks of ice into the air, to crash and tuular boulders of ed the area in a rough circle

Prisht within the spar The ice in that towering shard was pure and clear

At the base of the fissured up-welling – still thirty or roup halted Trull slipped out fro suit

‘Theradas, Midik, stay here and guard the sleds,’ Fear said ‘Trull, draw your spear froo’

They cli their way between masses of ice and mud

A foul smell filled the air, of old rot and brine

Binadas hissed warningly, then said, ‘The spirit Hannan Mosag called up from the ocean deep has been here, beneath the ice This is its handiwork, and the sorcery lingers’

‘Emurlahn?’ Trull asked