‘I saw you,’ she said, ‘looking out from Treach’s eyes—’ ‘Both eyes?’ She smiled. ‘No. Only one – the one you no longer have, mortal. I would know what the Elder God has planned … for us.’ He shook his head. ‘I don’t know. I can’t recall ever meeting him, alas. Not even a whisper in my ear.’ ‘Brother Onos, who is this mortal?’ ‘I have named him Aral Fayle, sister.’ ‘And you have given him weapons of stone.’ ‘I have. Unintended.’
