Hettar stood looking through the dungeon bars at the creature chained and sleeping. He had never seen such a beast, neither had Belgarath or Polgara. The arrows still lay where they had pierced the creatures skin, five in his wings, one in his shoulder and one in his leg, the one that had brought him down. He was alive, but only just. What was it? There were strange creatures in Ulgo, but this? The creature seemed dead to all their senses even Belgarath's. It snorted, and then lashed its tail. It was waking! It opened its great colourless eyes and struggled to its feet. As Hettar watched it flapped those large wings sending the arrows flying out. It bents its head and wrenched the arrow out of its hind leg. It roared and pulled at its chain. Hettar left before it got violent.

Prince Geran, heir to the throne of Riva woke with a start. He could hear moans of pain of despair. He climbed out of bed, within seconds Wolf was at his side and together they went to seek out this strange call. The corridors were dim; nothing was really visible in the endless dark. They soon approached a large cage covered by a large cover. They pulled it away and saw with horror a beast of Ulgo, not insane and not mad. It was almost human. "Please" it growled "help me!