|"Holding the Stone high, Fleshharrower led his army through the canyon. At the south end of the Retreat, he found the Warward gone. The last of his enemies -- a small band of riders including two Lords -- were galloping away out of reach. He howled imprecations after them, vowing that he would pursue them to the death.
But then his farseeing Giantish eyes made out the Warward, seven or eight leagues beyond the riders. He marked the direction of their march -- saw where they were headed. And he began to laugh again. Peals of sarcasm and triumph echoed off the blank cliffs of Doom's Retreat."
|-- The Illearth War|