Part 38 of 4800 from book59
And in my turn I bore it and so did each eldest son of our house farbook31 back into the vanished years before the failing of the kings since Vorondil father of Mardil hunted the wild kine of Araw in the far fields of Rhyn. But the throne was empty. No hangings nor storied webs nor any things of woven stuff or of wood were to be seen in that long solemn hall but between the pillars there stood a silent company of tall images graven in cold stone. When last I saw him he sank beside a tree and plucked a blackfeathered shaft from his side.... more