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the dark bulk of Mantern's Mountain looming against the
starry skies.

'Keep safe, my child,' she whispered over and over again,
shivering and twisting the hem of her shawl tightly between
her fingers as she remembered Thane's last night in the
Granite City. They had wanted his death then and had
shouted for it through all the levels of the city but now . . .
She laughed nervously, catching the noise in her throat
stifling it back into silence. Nobody had realized then that the

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fate of Elundium would rest so heavily on his shoulders, even
the King had sent him beneath a blanket of darkness to
perish at World's End.

Angis sighed and turned her head, listening to the dark
whispers rising from the assembled warriors, and heard
Thane's name as the chill dawn breezes strengthened. Angis
shivered ag un, pulling her shawl tight and heard far away the
first blackbird herald the new morning, and saw the feathered
edge of the blood-red sun breasting World's End.

Beacon Light stood waiting in the centre of the battle
crescent, her neck arched beneath the steelsilver coat. It
rippled in the grey dawn breezes, shimmering with the
colours of watered silk. King Holbian smiled to see her so
proud, battle dresssed as the great Warhorses of yesterlight.
'It will be us the Nightmare strikes at first,' he whispered,
moving to her side and gently stroking her velvet-soft muzzle.

'Silver against black we will fight for the sunlight! Good
against evil we will fight to save Elundium!'

Beacon Light neighed and struck at the dew-wet grass
with her hoof, tossing her head in the half light. King Holbian
laughed, setting his foot in the stirrups, and with Breakmaster'
s help he climbed stiffly up into the saddle. Turning, he
looked at the sheer walls of Underfall, casting his gaze across
the rows of galleries that seemed to stare back at him, black
empty eyes edged with twisted metal spokes climbing up into
the morning light. On the highest gallery the great Lamp of