The Sentinels hear! come! i call thee forth

full-throated his chant went on, gleaned from his memory and also the remnants of the first witch's song -- he sang and sang it, pausing only when the winds lashed at him and tore at his very pelt. solemnly he looked to emaleth, and there a saddened smile passed across his face -- he loved her and this place, but loved also the glen as it had been in his youth.