CHAPTER 5He Begins His Journey
When Prince Evnos was twenty, his time of waiting was over. Behind him at last were the long months of secret necromancies, the probings, the failures, the experiments with animals. He had called dogs, cats, birds, and even a horse back from unlife into life, and he knew as well as anyone could the techniques for restoring flesh to bones, for breathing breath back into the dead.
Still, there were no human corpses available to him. All the dead of Iankoros went to Rannon on the day of their dying. That was the tribute the Dark Lord demanded.
Much was as yet unknown.
One day in early autumn he commanded his leather-worker to sew him two bags, one small and ordinary, such as a cobbler might use to carry his tools in, and the other much wider and longer.
He
