If the Written Scribe tells the stories of the dead before the throne of Winter, attended by the Daughter of Hearts then there may be an end to cycles, or a path for the Fury of War to contend with the Shadow of Mystery in the dust motes of the blinded Eye.
If the Daughter of Hearts embraces the Fury of Flame, then Secrets may contend more directly with War, but only if balanced by one whose aim is true. If the Scribe heals the blinded Eye without the Hunter’s guidance then the arrows and anger of war will strike – but with that guidance there will be a choice of target. The downfall of Amber comes by many roads, each to the joy of a prisoned Lord. War or Secrets, Winter or Hags, each a story to be retold without end, echoing in the mountains
The love of opposites need not be a curse, nor may it always bring peace. Balance and Force permit choice – but the Scribes may not agree on their course. A small war echoes larger conflict, and Dust may contest among the Snows – and choices by Scribe, Daughter, Hunter, King, and Guide must be weighed against Hags old and new in the Wilds.
The Knight is old and full of terror.
