Beside her, Kalt Urmanal said, ‘See the sword he carries. See how its tip pins the earth. This Onos T’oolan, he is not one for poses. He never was. I remember when I last saw him. He had defeated his challenger. He had shown such skill that ten thousand Imass stood silent with awe. Yet, he stood as one defeated.’ ‘Weary,’ Rystalle murmured. ‘Yes, but not from the fighting. He was weary, Rystalle Ev, of its necessity.’ She considered that, and then nodded. Kalt then added, ‘This warrior I will follow.’ ‘Yes.’
