Thirty-eight years have passed since the death of the young Tiss. Abokar was the battle lord of the current king's grandfather. He is old, very old, he has been fighting for more than a century. He is only the shadow of the warrior he was once. His body, accustomed to the harshness of the countryside, makes him suffer, and his thoughts sometimes seem to flee him... Abokar knows that it is time for him to take his reverence...