Chain for DelbaethWily serpents slithered hither Under cover of the midnightThrough the silent sleepy towns, Down the mountains' ashen slopesIn the heartstrings of the Faith's Kin, Gilt and guilt they gaily plantedAnd behind them ran the rivers Red with bloodshed, glazed with goldPassed a year like a moment, In the first great clash of KinfolkBefore Luan of Silver Oceans Came to rolling Granite hillsMet she there Five great creatures, Not yet gods, but not quite mortal,Heavy cloud of their denial Did her silver wings dispelFirst to turn was Jabari'ye, Lanky wading bird of steppe landsAdded he to Girl's quiet pleading Awful