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Dyvim Slonn and his mercenaries pressed northwards to meet
them.
Dharijor was the strongest nation of me west and Pan
Tang was a formidable ally, more for her people's occult
knowledge man for her numbers. Next in power to Dharijor
came Jharkor, who, with her allies Tarkesh, Myyrrhn and
Shazar, was still not as strong as those who threatened the se-
curity of the Young Kingdoms.
For some years Dharijor had sought an opportunity for
conquest and the hasty alliance against her had been made in
an effort to stop her before she had fully prepared for con-
quest Whether this effort would succeed, Eiric did not know,
and those who spoketo him were equally uncertain.
The streets of Banarva were packed with soldiers and sup-
ply trains of horses and oxen. The harbour was filled with
warships and it was difficult to find lodgings since most inns
and many private houses had been requisitioned by the army.
And it was the same all over the Western Continent Every-
where, men strapped metal about them, bestrode heavy charg-
ers, sharpened their arms, and rode beneath bright silken
banners to slay and to despoiL
Here, without doubt, Eiric reflected, he would find the
battle of uie prophecy. He tried to forget his tormented long-
ing for news of Zarozinia and turned bis moody eyes towards
the west Stormbringer hung like an anchor at his side and ho
fingered it constantly, hating it even as it fed him his vitality.
He spent the night in Banarva and by morning had hired a
good horse and was riding through the sparse grassland
towards Jharkor.
Across a war-torn world rode Eiric, his crimson eyes burn-
ing with a fierce anger at the sights of wanton destruction he
witnessed. Although be had himself lived by his sword for
many years and had committed acts of murder, robbery and
urbicide, he disliked the senselessness of wars such as this, of
men who killed one another for only the vaguest of reasons.
It was not that he pitied the slain or hated the slayers; he was
too remote from ordinary men to care greatly about what
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they did. Yet, in bis own tortured way, he was an idea&t
who, because be lacked peace and security himself, resulted
- the sights of strife which this war brought to him. His ances-
tors, he knew, had also been remote, yet they had delighted
in the conflicts of the men of the Young Kingdoms, observing
mem from a distance and judging themselves above nidi ac-
tivities; above the morass of sentiment and emotion in which
these new men struggled. For ten thousand years me sor-
cerer-emperors of Memibone had ruled this world, a race
without conscience or moral creed, unneedful of reasons for
their acts of conquest, seeking no excuses for their natural
malicious tendencies. But Hric, the last in the direct line of
emperors, was not like them. He was capable of cruelty and
malevolent sorcery, had little pity, yet could love and hate
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