Vertical Water washed Tokerang away, as if he had never existed. And the empire of the King of Kings, Svarego, is met with grace and quiet. It’s time to continue traveling through the quiet Inlets. And in quiet inlets, as everyone knows, if not devils live there, then the Mad Architect may be hiding— the fourth Embodiment?… The crimson, crimson snow squeaks under the feet of the Strange Company, who have seen a great deal. But what will the road back be like this time? Back again along the ruby carpet-trail with a shield—or on a shield?… And once more comes a victory feast—seven flat golden cups of dark pomegranate wine prepared for the triumphant. But will at least one of them be empty by the end of the celebration…