THERE IS NO CHEST. NO TREASURE YOU WILL FIND.
Prince Taigor watches as the icy waters of The River Nebben slowly carry the pyre downstream. His manservant bristles behind him as the ashes and smoke from The Fall of The Kings Hall billow out across the city.
WE CARRY ITS SECRET WITH US, ITS WEIGHT BETWEEN US ...
Florin waits upon the mourning widows and mothers of the fallen and wonders what has become of her elder brother - she has heard nothing from Rasia since he left. Yet something else is bothering her ... where is the treasure which has caused so much grief? And why has Miss Phæ'enor disappeared?
... UPON US. NOW AND FOREVER.
