There _was_ something. Crazy words about a man who would come with
stars in his hands, who would unite all Klarn, _dulars_ and _mekniks_
and Darksiders alike, who would bring them the blessings of the
Machine, and lead them to greatness. But such a man must be a giant.
Stars in his hands! Flane grunted disbelief.
There came to Vawdar that false strength that some experience before
death. He said strongly, "The key is lost, Flane. It may never
be found. In certain records that your moth--the Princess Gleya,
rather--kept, there was mention of it. She never knew, apparently. When
the Keeper disappeared so long ago, he had the key with him.
"If you can find the Keeper, he will have the key. Search, Flane,
Search!"
The man stiffened, opened his mouth wide for air.