| A YOUNG VOICE BRINGS ME OUT
OF THE LONG-DEAD LIGHT AND INTO THE DARKNESS. iT IS ONE OF MY
MEN. |
| "IT IS
TIME." |
| We take leave of the Watch Deck, leaving to the other Watchmen the duty of monitoring the Night Land . . . |
| . . leaving them to their recording of the Laughter . . . |
| What does it matter?? |
| New forces will gather and gather, eternally . . . |
| . . But our destination now lies is far below . . . |
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The young men beside me are eager for battle, though battle they have never known. |
| © Sean McLachlan, Martin Isitt, Mike Horsefield 2004 |