“If you must walk the Earth again, let it be so”, Klane said at length. “But for myself alone, and for the sake of my long dead mother and the Riders from whom I came, and of all the peoples who lived and loved in the Season of Innocence, I do not wish to join you.” History smiled and did not begrudge Klane this last request. “Very well”, the giant said. “I will not ask that final thing of you, who have done so much for me already. You know what you must do if that is to be your wish. Depart in peace Klane and return now to your old name, the boy that was once called Asanka.” So the horse Uraton, the son of Klane’s great horse Lyr, bore Asanka away on his final journey. The words that History had not said, did not need to be said. Asanka knew that if he were to escape History his grave must never be found and he must take the klane too, into the deep waters of unknowing. And so it was that many days after Klane Kalonia’s secret dawn departure, Uraton returned alone to the castle of his master, and the place where Asanka ended his days on the chalk downs of Ilunon is known to no man. In this way Klane Kalonia was not claimed by History. Though we have a wealth of stories and tales we have no hard evidence that such a man ever existed. Indeed there are many who doubt it, citing a myriad inconsistencies of time and place and motive in the narratives. Yet for myself, I believe that there was a champion who walked the Earth and sailed the gene seas of the Season of Innocence; a man who fought with monsters and demons and brought the very gods of his age to their doom. And I believe that this man who woke History once again, chose at last and of his own free will to leave only myth and story; the timeless and ever relevant tales that are the Legends of Klane Kalonia.