In assuming the responsibility for her creation, this Bonecaster offered her a gift – a focus for her anger, a victim to stand before its unleashing. I do remember you, Pran Chole, there in my dream-world. Your face, the compassion in your eyes. Would I the courage to ask: were you Imass once, in truth, all like this?

Another pair was emerging from the ranks. In the silence that followed Okral Lom’s words, the foremost one spoke. ‘I am Ay Estos, of Logros T’lan Imass.’ The furs of arctic wolves hung from the Bonecaster, who was taller, leaner than the others.

Silverfox’s reply was almost distracted. ‘I greet you, Ay Estos. You are given leave to speak.’

The T’lan Imass bowed in acknowledgement, then said, ‘Logros could but send two Bonecasters to this Gathering, for the reason I would now tell you.’ He paused, then, as Silverfox made no reply to that, he continued. ‘Logros T’lan Imass hunts renegades – our own kin, who have broken from the Vow. Crimes have been committed, Summoner, which must be answered. I have come, then, on behalf of the clans of Logros.’

Silverfox shook herself, visibly wrenching her gaze from Pran Chole. She drew a deep breath, straightened. ‘You said,’ she said tonelessly, ‘that another Bonecaster of Logros is present.’

The wolf-clad T’lan Imass stepped to one side. The figure standing behind him was hugely boned, the skull beneath the thin, withered flesh bestial. She wore a scaled, leathery cloak of skin that hung down to the ground behind her. Unadorned by a helm, the broad, flat skull revealed only a few remaining patches of skin that each bore but a few strands of long, white hair.

‘Olar Ethil,’ Ay Estos said. ‘First among the Bonecasters. Eleint, the First Soletaken. She has not journeyed with me, for Logros set for her another task, which has taken her far from the clans. Until this day, we among the Logros had not seen Olar Ethil in many years. Eleint, will you speak of success or failure in what you have sought?’

The First Bonecaster tilted her head, then addressed Silverfox. ‘Summoner. As I neared this place, you commanded my dreams.’

‘I did, though I knew not who you were. We can discuss that another time. Tell me of this task set for you by Logros.’

‘Logros sent me in search of the remaining T’lan Imass armies, such as we knew from the First Gathering. The Ifayle, the Kerluhm, the Bentract and the Orshan.’

‘And did you find them?’ she asked.

‘The four remaining clans of Bentract T’lan Imass are on Jacuruku, I believe, yet trapped within the Warren of Chaos. I searched there, Summoner, without success. Of the Orshan, the Ifayle and Kerluhm, I report my failure in discovering any sign. It follows that we must conclude they no longer exist.’