Part 638 of 4850 from book55
Dark fell about him. A creaturebook74 of an older world maybe it was whose kind fingering in forgotten mountains cold beneath the Moon outstayed their day and in hideous eyrie bred this last untimely brood apt to evil. Suddenly the great beast beat its hideous wings and the wind of them was foul. A swift stroke she dealt skilled and deadly. Pity filled his heart and great wonder and suddenly the slowkindled courage of his race awoke. The darkness was breaking too soon before the date that his Master had set for it fortune had betrayed him for the moment and the world had turned against him victory was slipping from his grasp even as he stretched out his hand to seize it. Then out of the blackness in his mind he thought that he heard Dernhelm speaking yet now the voice seemed strange recalling some other voice that he had known. Tall and proud he seemed again and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before Arise arise Ri