Isak sighed. 'I don't think it cares who I am, but it's angry, and I just waved a bloody great big red rag in front of it.'

'Can you stop it?'

'How? With the Skulls? Give me a decade of training and maybe -but right now the only thing I know how to do that will stop something like that is to call down the storm, like I did in Narkang. If I do that, no one near me will survive.'

'What about your companion?' Vesna asked, his voice lowered. He looked over his shoulder, checking no one was near enough to hear their conversation.

'If I gave him the control he needed, I'd never get it back,' Isak admitted.

'The last grains are falling,' whispered a voice at the back of his mind, as if in response to Verna's question. It sounded gleeful and malevolent. 'TKe Master comes for you.'

Isak froze. There was a certainty in the Headsman's voice that he'd not heard before, like the finality of a tomb door slamming shut.

Gods, this is really it.

He tightened his grip on the reins as a wave of lightheadedness washed over him, making him sway. The clamour of battle seemed to fade away until all he could see was the naked blade of Eolis lying across his lap and the dark shape in the sky as it began to labour towards them.

'If we stay, we're all dead,' Isak stated.

I feel it drawing inc. My dreams have drawn me here. The threads that bind me – whether prophecy, fate or a shadow's.scheme – have brought me to this place, and there will be no escape. They hold me too tight-

Vesna unknowingly interrupted Isak's dark thoughts. He raised his left hand and said clearly, 'That might not be so, my Lord.'

As Isak looked at him, he struggled with his vambrace and continued, 'There's something… I didn't want to tell you – I was frightened to tell you, but-'

'It doesn't matter,' Isak said, cutting him off.

'It does!' Vesna insisted, giving up the struggle and using the edge of his sword to cut the vambrace away. 'I can create a diversion for you: something that will give the Menin so much to think about that you'll be able to break through the Jesters.'

'No, my friend, you couldn't,' Isak said sadly. He watched as General Lahk rode through the knights, saluting his lord even now as the men fell silent. They surrounded Isak and Vesna with a ring of steel, and though they couldn't hear the conversation, they watched the two men, somehow aware that something momentous was unfolding.

'My Lord,' Vesna yelled, trying to get Isak to pay attention, 'listen to me!'

Finally Isak focused on his friend.

Vesna said out loud the words he had been repeating to himself, over and over again, for so long. 'The night I was attacked in Tirah, Karkarn came to me and offered me the chance to become his Mortal-Aspect.' He succeeded in pulling off his vambrace and tore off the bandage on his wrist. He pulled out a teardrop-shaped ruby and held it up. 'He gave me this. All I need do to seal the bargain is to cut my cheek with it.'

'And what would you do then?' Isak asked quietly. 'Would you take on an entire army by yourself? Would you stand back-to-back with the God of War as the two of you fight his own Chosen and a dragon? You don't know if it'll even pay you any attention.'

'It will give you a chance,' Vesna insisted, emotion making his voice hoarse. 'If we stay here and do nothing, then we are all dead!'

'I know.' Isak let the words hang in the air for a moment.

He beckoned Lahk over and said, 'General Lahk, I believe you to be a man who will follow orders, to your death if necessary, is that so?'

The general said nothing, but he inclined his head. His helm was

still on, so Isak couldn't see any expression on his face, but he doubted the man was anything but his usual impassive self.

'Good. If you do not obey this order, I will kill you where you sit. Do you understand me?'

'Isak!' Vesna yelled desperately, but the white'eye raised a hand to stop him.

'General Lahk, sound the retreat,' Isak continued. 'Lead these men back the way we came. Do not- Do not stop, not for anything nor anyone. This battle is lost; all that remains is to salvage what is left. Do you understand?'

Lahk nodded again and turned to his bugler beside him. 'General retreat to all legions,' he repeated solemnly.

'Vesna, my friend,' Isak continued while the order was being called, 'no matter what you do, what bargain you make, you cannot buy the army the time it needs. I need you to lead this army from the front – or I will kill you too.'

'But-'

'No more.' Isak raised Eolis and took hold of the Skull that was fused around the guard like a coating of ice. 'Take Hunting with you; there's no need for both of them to fall into enemy hands.'

'You can't,' Vesna said weakly.

'I can.' Isak smiled as he felt the weight of the Land lift from his shoulders. In the distance the dragon was closing, but he still had time. 'I never was much of a gambler – never had the patience for it – but it looks like I'm going to learn the hard way. Carel used to say a man was measured by the quality of his friends – I'm not sure what that says for my youth because I didn't have any friends, but now I hope he was right.'

He slipped from his saddle and handed the reins to Vesna. 'I'm about to take the greatest gamble of all, but at last I'm not afraid. I'll trust the quality of my friends to see it through.'

Awkwardly, he held out an arm to Vesna, who stared at it in shock for a moment before taking it.

'Goodbye, my friend,' Isak said simply. 'Thank you.'

And with that he turned around and walked towards the Menin line. The Farlan knights parted before him, some staring in bafflement, others saluting the silver-clad giant. He could hear the repeated orders being relayed throughout the legions, and the clamour as his men hurried to obey his last order.

Vesna too heard the sound of the general retreat, but he couldn't focus on it, not even when a hurscal grabbed his arm and yelled something in his face. He could make no sense of the man's words…

Then General Lahk roared, 'Count Vesna, you have your orders! Lead the way, man!' and Vesna shook himself.

He looked up at the man who'd commanded him all the years he'd served in the Ghosts. His eyes inevitably fell to the ruby sitting in his palm, then he turned back to watch Isak as the white-eye walked calmly towards the enemy army, already wrapped in crackling coils of lightning.

Qods preserve you, my friend, he thought and raised the ruby to scratch the skin below his eye. An unusually sharp sting flared on his face and he instinctively jerked his hand out of the way – before realising that the ruby had stayed there. He tried to pull it away, but realised it was now fixed to his cheek – yet that was the least of his concerns as he felt himself surrounded by shadows. He saw horror on the hurscal's face before the man was hidden from sight by a swirling funnel of darkness. A fire burst into life in his belly.

All at once he felt every injury he'd ever received, every battlefield scar, cut and bruise flared to life, and Vesna howled at the excruciating pain, his head turned up towards the sky. He felt the shadows surge down his throat, driving him backwards, almost off his horse, before he caught his balance. His nerves burst into life, as if they were a map of sensation tracing every inch of his body. The screams and clamour of past battles echoed in his ears.

'My general,' said Karkarn in his ear, so deafeningly loud that Vesna felt the words reverberate through his whole body and remain, shuddering, in his bones. All around him he suddenly felt raw power, both terrible and beautiful in its savagery, and his muscles flooded with sudden inhuman strength. His vision cleared and the whole battlefield stretched out before him so he could see every curve and contour of the ground ahead. He could feel the fear in the eyes of his distant enemy, he tasted the blood on the wind.