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The Silver Hand
by
Stephen Lawhead
2nd of the Albion Trilogy


Hear, o Son of Albion, the prophetic word:

Sorrow and be sad, deep grief is granted Albion in triple measure. The
Golden King in his kingdom will strike his foot against the Rock of
Contention. The Worm of fiery breath will claim the throne of Prydain;
Llogres will be without a lord. But happy shall be Caledon; the Flight
of Ravens will flock to her many-shadowed glens, and raven song shall
be her song.

When the Light of the Derwyddi is cut off, and the blood of bards
demands justice, then let the Ravens spread their wings over the sacred
wood and holy mound. Under Ravens' wings, a throne is established.
Upon this throne, a king with a silver hand.

In the Day of Strife, root and branch shall change places, and the
newness of the thing shall pass for a wonder. Let the sun be dull as
amber, let the moon hide her face: abomination stalks the land. Let
the four winds contend with one another in dreadful blast; let the
sound be heard among the stars. The Dust of the Ancients will rise on
the clouds; the essence of Albion is scattered and torn among
contending winds.

The seas will rise up with mighty voices. Nowhere is there safe
harbor. Arianrhod sleeps in her sea-girl headland. Though many seek
her, she will not be found. Though many cry out to her, she cannot
hear their voices. Only the chaste kiss will restore her to her
rightful place.

Then shall rage the Giant of Wickedness, and terrzfy all with the keen
edge of his sword. His eyes shall flash forth fire; his lips shall
drip poison. With his great host he will despoil the island. All who
oppose him will be swept away in the flood of wrongdoing that flows
from his hand. The Island of the Mighty will become a tomb.

All this by the Brazen Man is come to pass, who likewise mounted on his
steed of brass works woe both great and dire. Rise up, Men of Gwir!
Fill your hands with weapons and oppose the false men in your midst!
The sound of the battle clash will be heard among the stars of heaven
and the Great Year will proceed to its final consummation.

Hear, o Son of Albion: Blood is born of blood. Flesh is born of flesh.
But the spirit is born of Spirit, and with Spirit evermore remains.
Before Albion is One, the Hero Feat must be performed and Silver Hand
must reign.