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efforts on assorted illusions. I'd fill the streets of the walled
cities of Angarak with unimaginable horrors. I'd drive them out from
behind their walls before their mystical kinsman could roast them
alive.

Belzedar worked at least as hard as the rest of us. He seemed obsessed
with the Orb, and his labor on means to reclaim it was filled with a
kind of desperate frenzy. Through it all, Belsambar sat, patiently
waiting.

He seemed to know that once the fighting started, we'd return to his
hideous solution.

In addition to our own labors, we frequently traveled to the lands of
our allies to see what progress they were making. Always before, the
various cultures had been rather loose-knit, with no single individual
ruling any of the five proto-nations. The war with Torak changed all
that. Military organization is of necessity pyramidal, and the concept
of one leader commanding an entire race carried over into the various
societies after the war was over. In a way, I suppose you could give
Torak credit-or blame--for the idea of kings.

I guess that I'm the one who was ultimately responsible for the royal
house of the Alorns. By general consensus, my brothers and I had
continued to serve as liaisons between the various races, and we more
or less automatically assumed responsibility for the people of
whichever God we had personally invited to that conference in the Vale
after Torak stole the Orb. I think that my entire life has been shaped
by the fact that I had the misfortune to be saddled with the Alorns.

Our preparations for war took several years. The assorted histories of
the period tend to gloss over that fact. There were border clashes
with the Angaraks, of course, but no really significant battles.
Finally the Gods decided that their people were ready--if anybody in
those days actually could be called ready for war. The war against the
Angaraks was like no other war in human history in that our deployment
involved a general migration of the various races. The Gods were so
intimately involved with their people in those days that the notion of
leaving the women and children and old people behind while the men went
off to fight simply didn't occur to them.

Mara and Issa took their Marags and Nyissans and started their trek
southeasterly into the lands of the Dals, even as the Tolnedrans and
Arends began their swing toward the west. The Alorns, however, didn't
move. It was perhaps the only time I ever saw my Master truly vexed
about anything. He instructed me with uncharacteristic bluntness to go
north and find out what was holding them up.

So I went north again, and, as always by now, I didn't go alone. I
don't know that we'd ever actually discussed it, but the young she-wolf