Ansvael ceased his perambulation at the foot of the north-western tower on the wall, and stared out over the plains and fields of Aldua. Only days before men and women had streamed along them, dragging their lives behind them. Now they lay silent and untended; this year's crop would be a disaster. Ansvael suddenly caught sight of a distant movement. On the far horizon a dust cloud was rising. Now what could be causing that? he wondered. He strained eyes and ears, hoping to catch some giveaway of what it was, from far across the silent, placid fields. A minute or so later he suddenly caught a flash of bright, silvery armour in the glow of the setting sun, he was certain. Instantly he sounded the alarm, and within only a couple of minutes Arcadynes began running up to the walls to see what the commotion was. Ansvael remained, standing stock-still, watching the approach of the still-distant soldiers. But soon everyone had noticed them, and the news was spreading. What was it? Had the Iron Empire marched on Pardol Gorge? Were they all, even as they spoke, doomed to fight and die in defence of their sacred fortress? Ansvael sent someone to fetch Perianthor and the other Kings from their chambers. The Telucid came storming out, demanding to know why he had been disturbed.
"See for yourself, Telucid," said Ansvael grimly. Perianthor glowered at him and peered out over the crenellations, and reeled back as though hit the instant his eyes caught the moving army. "It's about time you started leading, I think," murmured Ansvael, and turned away.
Edited by Vortigern, 05 February 2008 - 12:06 AM.