‘I have need of you two,’ said K’rul. ‘In fact, I have need of all the Eleint who have come into this realm.’ ‘What manner of need?’ Curdle demanded. ‘Guardianship.’ There was a long pause, and then Telorast hissed. ‘The Gates of Sorcery!’ ‘My Warrens, yes. In return, you can feed upon your chosen aspect.’ ‘Warrens,’ said Telorast. ‘Well named, Azathanai.’ ‘But you are not to resist those mortals who would draw upon my sorcery,’ added K’rul. ‘Then against whom do we guard?’ ‘Azathanai, for one. Your fellow Eleint, for another.’
