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"Withmy help?" Could he redeem himself in Faraday's eyes?

"Ah, Timozel," the Dark Man said dejectedly. "Gorgrael is truly misunderstood and he fights for a true
cause, but he is not a good war leader." He sighed, and Timozel leaned even closer, eager. "Timozel, he
needs a war leader. He needs you and you need him. Together you can rid Achar of its foul corruption."

A small voice deep in Timozel's soul told him not to listen to this man, not to believe his smooth
words. Had not Borneheld fought Gorgrael as well? Were not the Skraelings as evil as the Forbidden?
But, caught as he was by the weight of the enchantments being woven about him and by the blackness
that was eating into his soul, Timozel pushed those thoughts out of existence. Gorgrael would be the one
to restore sanity and good health to Achar.

"He would give me command of his army?"

"Oh, surely. He knows that you are a great warrior."

Timozel sat back, enthralled. A command of his own, at last! Even Borneheld had not done that for
him.

"Don't you see, Timozel?" the Dark Man asked, drawing the net of his lies closed. "Don't you
understand? Gorgrael is the Great Lord of your visions. Fate must have sent me south to fetch you, to
bring you north so that your Lord can give you control of his armies."

"Truly?" Perhaps therewas still a chance the visions would be fulfilled. That there was still a chance he
could do somegood. Yes, fate must have manoeuvred this meeting.

"Very truly, Timozel."

Timozel thought about it, one thing gnawing at him. "But why has Gorgrael been disturbing my sleep
with such dark dreams?"

The stranger reached out his hand and rested it on Timozel's shoulder. "The Forbidden are desperate
to turn you from Gorgrael. They have been the instigators of those dreams, not Gorgrael. You will have
no more bad dreams from now on."

Certainly not once I have a word with Gorgrael, the Dark Man thought. There had never been any
need to disturb the boy's mind with such dreams - but Gorgrael was ever inclined to the melodramatic.

All doubts had gone from Timozel's mind now. At last he had found the right path. The visionshad
been true.

"Gorgrael will free Faraday from Axis' foul clutches?" he asked.

"Oh, assuredly," the Dark Man said. "Assuredly. He will be a master whom you will be proud to
serve. You will sit by the fire with your Great Lord, Timozel, with Faraday by your side, sipping wine."

"Oh," Timozel breathed ecstatically, letting the vision engulf him.
 "Now," the Dark Man rose with the Icarii grace that he could not completely repress, "why don't I
take you to Great Lord? I have a boat, and in only a few short hours we shall reach his fortress. Your
saviour's fortress. Will you come?"