“A great and dreadful storm was blowing – and he was the object of the Lasshaar’s attack. He had to retaliate, else his own soul would be wrenched from him by the Giants of the Wind and flung to the air spirits, to be borne for eternity on the winds of the world. Then his voice would moan like a banshee around the cold peaks of high ice-clothed mountains for ever – lost and lonely. His soul would be damned to travel with the four winds wherever their caprice might bear it, knowing no rest.”