Thanos quietly gripped the old smith's shoulder, and Onyx's eyes opened. "Come old friend, come." "Wherre arre yer takin' me this hourr o' tha night lad?" Thanos smiled. "Just come." The young sorceror fairly glided down the steps of the Reste, with Onyx trailing close behind, through the small wood, now leafing with the late summer blooms, up to the steps of the Glowing Orb, the museum, the monument, the testament to history, that Lord Gormach left for the world to remember. Cold all these dark months since that awful morning dream, yet now, for a reason he could not grasp, it seemed warm again....