The Iron Gate. But before I could point it out to Ravyn, the clamor heightened, four more lights coming into view, only these lights were no flicker of flame, nor were they bright like the Iron Gate. They were dark, so deep I felt as if I were falling into them. Four Black Horses, their riders atop warhorses that flanked the carriage. Four Black Horses and one brilliant red beacon. A Scythe Card. Hauth Rowan.
