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His brothers faced hi’

‘Have you lost your courage?’ Rhulad snapped ‘We have walked all this way, and now you voice your doubts?’

‘What sort of weapon is this gift? Who fashioned it? We know nothing of e are about to release’

‘Our Warlock King has co ‘What would you have us do, Trull?’

‘I don’t know’ He turned to Binadas ‘Is there nothe secrets loose?’

‘I will know more, I think, e have freed the sword’

Fear grunted ‘Then begin, Binadas’

They were interrupted by a shout fro to the south

The beast was barely visible, white-furred against the snow, standingthem

‘Waste no more time,’ Fear said to Binadas

Shadows spun fro out across the snow, coiling up the shaft of the Blackwood spear in Trull’s hands, where they seelossy wood The weapon felt no different through the thick fur of his gauntlets, but Trull thought he could hear so sound that seemed to reverberate in his bones It felt like terror

‘No lanced at his brother, saw the pallor of his face, the glistening sweat on his brow ‘They are resisting this?’

Binadas nodded ‘They know they are about to die’

‘How can wraiths die?’ Rhulad dehosts? The spirits of our ancestors?’

‘Not ours,’ Binadas replied, but did not elaborate, gesturing instead towards Trull ‘Strike at the ice, brother’

Trull hesitated He looked round over his left shoulder, searched until he found the distant wolf It had lowered its head, legs gathering under it ‘Daughter Dusk,’ he whispered, ‘it’s about to charge’ Below, Theradas and Midik were readying their spears