"Straight as a sword the path before us is. But not THAT sword! Brudd, his God has unpleased."
Girth looked slowly round at the other companions. "See what has befallen Brother Brudd. See what becomes when the 'Dark' is touched without the preparation that is proper, without the care most appropriate , but only with the greed, with the covetedness. That sword alone he should have left."
The warlock cast his sad eyes to the Heavens. "Lady, I beseech thee. To thy brother speak on behalf of our brother Brudd. Worthy he is, yeah, more than worthy. Let him to us return, and soon!"
"Hrav, Alexander, to his bed take him whilst I the runes will cast."