The desert, brown, foreboding, filled with frightening creatures waited, was daring him like a siren singing its song of great potential for death. The song was both sweet and bitter sweet in his ears. It tugged at his consciousness, lured him, dared him, filled his dreams with its haunting melody. His days of wandering had led him to heed the message of the siren"s song for most of the years of his life. When it called he would resist for days on end and then finally he would shut it out, listen to himself, listen to his horse, listen to the land, and ride. It drew him, then he knew he must ignore its lure. For sure if he did not concentrate, did not help Roan to take the right paths, the dangers lurking behind the land and its music would strike. Controlling his thoughts, deepening his r
