"What was it you said?" Segnbora said, thinking back to the old Hold in the Waste, and the night her sleep was inter-rupted. " 'There was blood on the Moon, and the mountain was falling'—?"
Dog-tired as he was, Herewiss's eyes glittered with the thought that his true-dream might not prove as disastrous as he had believed, particularly for the man who stood beside him. "Got it right, didn't I?"
— found scratched on the wall in the dungeon of the King of Steldin, area 1200 p.a.d.
"I hate — letting them think they're driving us," Herewiss said between gasps. "But it's better this way."