|Chapter 20: Fire in Brathairealm|
The Giants were not looking at her. They stared up at Kemper's Pitch as if they were entranced.
High against the heavens, worms of white fire crawled through the stone, gnawing it inexorably to rubble. Already the top of the spire had begun to collapse. And moment by moment more of the Pitch crumbled, falling ponderously toward ruin. Wild magic glared against the dark dome of the sky. Havoc veined the base of Kasreyn's tower like serpents.
Through her teeth, the First breathed, "Thus have the hustin lost their master."
Faintly underfoot Linden sensed the plunge of the spire. And those vibrations were followed by other shocks as megalithic shards of stone crashed onto The Majesty.
"Now," Pitchwife coughed, "let us praise the name of Covenant Giantfriend--and pray that he may endure the destruction he has wrought. Surely The Majesty also will fall--and perhaps the Tier of Riches as well. Much will be lost, both lives and wealth." His tone faded into an ache. "I will grieve for the Chatelaine, whom Kasreyn held in cruel thrall."
"Aye," Honninscrave affirmed softly. "And I will grieve for the Sandhold itself. Kasreyn of the Gyre wrought ill in many things, but in stone he wrought well."