Station Of Seers : 37

Autumn came early and cold that year leaving hard night frosts on the high grassland and mornings of thin white mist. At lunchtime one day Asanka returned to the dome of Kalonia after taking Lyr for a long ride all around the plateau to find Crinomu waiting to escort him to the council chambers. The youth tended to his horse first, washing the stallion down and leaving him with a tub of bran and a warm blanket. Then he followed the man he often thought of as his father to meet the chief seer.
Hirrilow was in pensive mood when the pair arrived.
"Matters are coming to a climax," he began without preamble. "Despite Kalonia's reputation amongst the other Enclaves and our isolation from the Conclave I still have friends in the wider vurtiverse who have secret ways of sending me information. They are telling me some very disturbing stories. I believe that the Enclave of Trassamul means now to destroy us, though I do not fully understand how or why. It is unprecedented and would be a great crime. To be frank I am afraid for we are weak and isolated, but all need not be lost. There are legal conventions we could call upon and there are rival forces within the Conclave who do not agree with the actions Trassamul seems to be planning. We need to rally them as our allies. Yet all this is impossible without full access to the vurtiverse."
"And the Curse of Kalonia prevents this?" Asanka asked.
"Yes. I have never properly explained why Kalonia was cursed. Now is the time..."