The thunder growls with the offer of temptation to

the old enchanteress Witch of Searesbyrig and the flash of

lightning seals the loaded deal as yet another limp weary

traveller, half drowned by the talasmatic Nadder, dogged by Time,

fully disciplined and near dead from his direct action and exhaustive days

flight and fight against a foe of fury unseen,

seeks his way, seeking shelter from the strange energies

that such a storm springs up from Satan’s well.

Such words of welcome to the weary and wilting man