The Cadwanwr’s words briefly disturbed Hawklan’s terrible focus and he looked at him uncertainly, then at the distant islands. They seemed to be unchanged, but even as he watched, a ragged white began to blur their edges.
Waves, Hawklan realized. Huge waves, to be seen at this distance. The long frustrated will of Enartion was asserting its ancient sway once more.
Hawklan’s purpose focused again, the clearer still for this new knowledge. With a cry he willed Serian forward at full gallop towards the still unbroken Morlider.
As he neared them he pointed his sword towards the sea.
‘Look to your homes,’ he roared repeatedly, galloping along the line. ‘Creost is downed. Look to your homes.’
Few heard him over the din of the battle, but to their knowing eyes the merest glance confirmed the
