Epilogue“Thus ended the Witch War.”
With these words the tape from Dray Prescot whispered to silence.
I just sat, half slumped forward in the wing armchair, and stared at the cassette player; but I saw — oh, I saw the rolling plains of Segesthes, the treacherous jungles of Pandahem, the glitter and rush of swifters upon the Eye of the World in Turismond, the riotous confusion of the Sacred Quarter in Ruathytu, the glisten along the canals and boulevards of Vondium, the Bravo Fighters swaggering in the enclave city of Zenicce.
And, too, I saw Aphrasöe the Swinging City and a simple leaf boat with a Scorpion for crew sailing down the River Aph where Dray Prescot’s adventures on the fascinating world of Kregen began.
From that beginning until now there have been over two and a half millio
