|Chapter 3: Invitation to A Betrayal|
Over his silence, the voice continued, "Kevin was a fool -- fey, anile, and gutless. They are all fools. Look you, groveler. The mighty High Lord Kevin, son of Loric and great-grandson of Berek Lord-Fatherer whom I hate, stood where you now kneel, and he thought to destroy me. He discovered my designs, recognized some measure of my true stature -- though the dotard had set me on his right side in the Council for long years without sensing his peril -- saw at the last who I was. Then there was war between us, war that blasted the west and threatened his precious Keep itself. The feller fist was mine and he knew it. When his armies faltered and his power waned, he lost himself in despair -- he became mine in despair. He thought that he still might utterly undo me. Therefore he met me in that cavern from which I have rescued you -- Kiril Threndor, Heart of Thunder."