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minded that his companion chose not to reveal his features. In these past months he had seen stranger
creatures, like those feathered abominations that now crawled over the fouled palace of Carlon. His lip
curled.

"You do not like what you have seen in Carlon, Timozel."

"Disgusting," Timozel said.

"Oh, absolutely."

Timozel shifted, his loathing of the Icarii rippling through his body. "Borneheld tried to stop them, but
he failed."

The Dark Man shrugged. "Unfortunate."

"Treachery undid him."

"Of course."

"Heshould have won!" Timozel clenched his fists and stared across the fire at the cloaked man. "He
should have. I had a vision -"

He stopped. Why had he mentioned that vision? Would this strange man laugh at him?

"Really?" The Dark Man's voice held no trace of derision; indeed, it held traces of awe. "You must be
beloved of the immortals, Timozel, if you have been granted visions."

"But I fear the vision misled me."

"Well," the cloaked man said slowly, as if reluctant to speak, "I have travelled widely, Timozel, and I
have seen many bizarre sights and heard even stranger stories. One of the things I have learned is that
visions can sometimes be misunderstood, misinterpreted. Would you," his hands twisted nervously before
him, "would you share your vision with me?"

Timozel considered the man through narrowed eyes. He had never shared the details of the vision
with anyone - not even Borneheld, although Borneheld knew Artor had enabled Timozel to foresee his
victory over Axis.

But Borneheldhadn't won, had he? And Artor seemed powerless in the face of the Forbidden
invasion; even the Brother-Leader had gibbered impotently before Axis. Timozel dropped his gaze and
rubbed his eyes. Perhaps the vision was worthless. A phantasm, nothing more.

"Tell me of the vision," the Dark Man whispered.Share.

Timozel hesitated.
 "I want to hear of it."Share.

"Perhaps Iwill tell you," Timozel said. "It came time and time again. Always the same. I rode a great
and noble beast - it cried with such a voice that all before it quailed." As Timozel spoke he fell under the
spell of the vision again, and his voice sped up, the words tumbling from his mouth. "I fought for a Great