The priestess heard the explosion from the direction of Home and her steely glance swept over the far plains toward the mountains. She recognized the handiwork of her son, the feared Earthmover. When the earth began to rumble and move beneath her feet, she knew that he had cut himself off, not just from the bounty hunters, not just from his brother, not just from his clan but from his mother. She leaped to her feet, skirts swaying, anger making her blood boil. Clenching her fists, she vowed,<br/><br/>"Goddess will it. The day will come when I will destroy that Hume that has corrupted my son and my line. There will be no mercy. There is no amnesty within the Warren!"<br/><br/>She busied herself with setting stones and bones in the way of death. She cut her own arm, dripping her blood onto the stones. The sizzle of the blood sent up plumes of steam.<br/><br/>"So I vow it with my blood."<br/><br/>Now where was Loz? she wondered, for he was all she had left.