Chapter 18‘In the name of pity, Hawklan, help us!’
The voice was that of Ynar Aesgin. It rang in Hawklan’s head and possessed his body, though the images in his eyes were still those of the Helyadin and Morlider locked in savage and bloody combat about him.
A great rage and fear surged through him.
‘What have you done?’ he roared, though no sound was heard in Riddin. ‘Release me. I will die here, or others will die protecting my helplessness. Release me!’
‘This is not my doing,’ came the reply.
‘Release me!’
‘I do not bind you, neither can I release you,’ said Ynar. ‘Would I had such skills at my command, I’d have sought you before this extremity.’
Faint and distant voices impinged on Hawklan, calling his name frantically as the images of his friends battling the Morlider around his
