Hawklan looked at Jaldaric and noticed that even he was moved by the Mandroc’s unexpected eloquence.
‘An evil story, Byroc,’ Hawklan said after a long silence. ‘One that has been told in other lands before now.’
‘If He is not slain, it will not end until it has been told in every land, sword bearer, until the seas are dry, the mountains levelled, and the skies emptied — even of their stars.’
Hawklan felt a chill at his very heart as Byroc intoned this grim prophecy.
‘Where will you go now, chief?’ he said quietly.
Byroc looked at him. ‘With you,’ he said. ‘On your journey to slay Him.’
There was an uneasy stir amongst his listeners and he made a noise which was eventually identified as a chuckle. ‘Did you think that the chief of the Ivrandak Garn could not recognize hunters?’ he said
