So, you would know how this tragedy came to be? In truth, I know not. I do not know whether it was through some machination of the False King, or whether it was purely an evil chance, but our march was brought to an abrupt end. As we marched east, we found ourselves confronted by a vale filled with terrible statues. Rammas Deluon, the Hillmen called it. That some spirit of evil vigilance abode in the stones there was no doubt, for we could all feel the oppression of them. It was here that Golodir bade me remain.
‘As the host passed through the stones, it became clear why the Hillmen feared the valley so. When the last few men crossed Rammas Deluon, the watching-stones threw forth a terrible malaise of oppression, such that those men caught within it were stricken dead by the weight of it upon their hearts. I tried to pass the stones, but could not. Golodir bid me remain, and so I did.
‘Days turned to months, then years, and still Golodir did not return. I knew I should have returned at once to Esteldín, but I could not abandon my captain. I tried vainly to cross Rammas Deluon, until my very spirit was broken within me. At last, I sent the message to Esteldín, which brought you hither.
It is imperative that we learn the secret of Rammas Deluon as they now possess a terrible power which allows none to cross them. So we were sent to take rubbings of the lesser watching-stones.