

| 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?? |
| THEIR
SPECULATION ABOUT A NEW, FIFTH, WATCHER THAT MAY BE APPROCHING FROM THE SOUTH . . . |
| © Sean McLachlan, Martin Isitt, Mike Horsefield 2004 |