The six picked out by fate, and also I Rode forth to make the final sacrifice. From fair Cardell, to wicked Darralye, And into demons' grasp, as was the price. The fop of Darralye, and I his scribe Left town at dawn, against a clear command. We crossed a continent to find the tribe Who knew the truth of what had reached his hand. The matron of the tribe described to me What must be done: her highest holy spell Read out upon the shore of every sea — The only way to save the six who fell. The deed was done, and Darralye destroyed; Its demon-folk and I, claimed by the void.