CH30: Breaking the Cycle

November 22nd

3:19pm

Diagon Alley, London

Harry

'Where have you lot run off to?' With his eyes rapidly scanning the area, Harry entered the crumbled remains of what used to be the Gringotts front door. It was exactly as they had left it, even the spilled coins and parchment that had been discarded in the chaos still littered the marble floor.

Halim made a sound of displeasure as he lost his footing climbing down from the rubble. "Damned goblins, clean up for merlin's sake."

"Shh," Fleur commanded the grumpy auror. "Do not insult them within their own walls."

"I'd listen to her if I was you." Harry could feel that something was monitoring them, a magic foreign to him. It wouldn't do well to be killed before being granted an audience with someone of importance. "Never know who's watching."

"Yes well–"

An ornate wooden door behind the teller's desk crashed inwards and slammed on the wall beside it as a sea of goblins funnelled into the banks' commerce hall. Clad in ivory armour and bearing a sigil of hammer on anvil, the goblins encircled the three loyalists and directed the ends of their spears towards the unwelcome wizards.

'This feels familiar.' Harry raised his hands in surrender and hoped his comrades were doing the same. He figured he only had a small window to gain the advantage and so he began his sales pitch to distract them. "My name is–"

"Harry. Potter." A goblin in ivory armour, decorated with goblin gold etchings, waddled into the commerce hall with a vicious grin. "Still playing?" Harry looked closer and recognised the Head Goblin of the Gringotts branch, the goblin who attempted to spirit him away on the day of the loyalist heist.

"I haven't lost yet," Harry replied with familiarity. The Head Goblin seemed to appreciate the recognition and barked an order at the guards. They withdrew their spears and stood at attention. Harry lowered his hands and continued, "we're not looking for a fight."

"What a shame," the Head Goblin remarked oddly, "I will pass along the disappointing news to the Queen."

"Wait, Ragnok," Fleur interjected respectfully. "We have come seeking an audience."

"Truly?" The Head Goblin, Ragnok, laughed, a jarring sound that sounded like two rocks scraping against one another. "Does your war go so poorly that you have come to grovel?"

'Grovel?' Harry struggled against the impulse to lash out at the creature's disrespect. "There will be no grovelling," Harry assured the Head Goblin, "however, I do have a proposal."

Ragnok eyed Harry curiously, he felt like the goblin was analysing him but under what criteria Harry did not know. Eventually, he barked another order in gobbledegook, the goblin guards turned ninety degrees in unison and filed through the door they had come through.

"Follow me," Ragnok implored them from the door, "Queen Giox is expecting you."

The trio shared looks of confusion before joining Ragnok through to a set of stairs leading down into the earth. The stairway was cramped for the wizards and witch, they had to hunch their backs to avoid scraping their heads along the ceiling.

'Expecting us? I hadn't even decided to come till yesterday and, as far as I know, divination is the centaur's speciality.' Harry was at the back of the pack and so hit level floor last. The stairs had led them to a simple four sided room with a stone archway leaned up against the back wall. 'That arch looks a lot like…'

Harry washed away any thoughts about the department of mysteries as Ragnok stepped up to the arch and raised a hand. Immediately the space between the archway rippled like a curtain. Harry saw in the corner of his eye that Halim had gone for his wand. Harry reached out and stopped Halim's arm before it reached his belt. The auror gave Harry an annoyed glance but stood down.

"Wizards, veela," Ragnok addressed the non-goblins, "step through."

The space between the archway shimmered a brilliant blue, rippling and rolling like the sea. Beyond the curtain of blue however, Harry could see what he thought was a city as though they were on some kind of vantage point above the buildings. Curiosity gripped him as it had done a thousand times before, the same way it had driven him to investigate the third floor corridor in first year or take a meeting with pureblood strangers in the very bank above him.

"Are you insane?" Halim had grabbed Harry's shoulder as he'd taken a step forward. "That looks exactly like–"

"I know, but they could've tried killing us in the lobby, they didn't." Harry turned his attention to Ragnok who was watching the interaction with interest. "I'm playing the game, and what better way is there to play than going all in?" Ragnok smiled grimly at Harry's rhetorical question and for some reason, Harry found that comforting.

Harry stepped up to the archway and closed his eyes. 'One small step, that's all it is,' he told himself and took that small step right after to avoid any hesitation. For an instant, Harry felt like he'd been blanketed in a substance with the consistency of chewed fruit. But, when he opened his eyes, his breath was taken away.

He was standing on a balcony overlooking a great city, stretching as far as the eye could see. Harry marvelled at the intricate and expert craftsmanship of the goblin kingdom. Each building looked to have been given the same care as the next, to the point that they could all be considered palaces. The city stood on a mound of the black stone and was surrounded by thick grey walls. The thickness of the walls were of upmost importance as rock that the city stood on had a moat of lava around it.

'We're underground…'

"Harry?" Fleur was behind him, but he didn't have time to respond before she too saw the splendour before them. "Merde."

'Indeed.' All over the city were different construction contraptions. Cranes, lifts and even great cart tracks that mimicked those in the vault chasm. It was a wooden water wheel that made Harry realise that it wasn't bridges in the sky but an aqueduct, likely pumping water from the surface or some kind of cave lake system.

'Daphne, it's good to have you back,' he appreciatively thought, now that he understood the opportunity before them. 'There is much more to the goblins than we thought.'

"Welcome outsiders, to the Kingdom of Karnuk," Ragnok declared. "We are currently under the Irish Wicklow Mountains–"

"We're in Ireland?" Halim cut in. In all honesty, he'd beat Harry to it by only a second. Just a moment ago, they were in the centre of London and now they were in a different country.

"Yes, wizard," Ragnok snarled, "any more questions?"

"Continue, Ragnok," Fleur answered for Halim. His pureblood upbringing was showing, and Harry wasn't even sure he realised what he was saying and doing.

Ragnok gave Halim a dirty look but continued, nonetheless. "Karnuk is the only Goblin city in the British Isles and has existed long before your ministry was a congregation of wizard landowners. Few are given the privilege of knowing it exists, fewer still are given access." Ragnok joined them at the balcony and pointed to a stalagmite larger than the rest. "That is the luchruthaic, forged palace in your tongue, where the Queen will hear your proposal."

"How do you get food down here?" The famine was still on Harry's mind, and he wondered how it had affected the secluded city.

"What the people need, the bank acquires."

'Cryptic but enough.' Harry turned to the goblin and spoke. "The city is impressive, Ragnok, I had not thought–"

"Of that, I am sure." If it had come from one of his friends, Harry would have laughed, but from the goblin it was only insulting. "Let me make myself clear, I have been instructed to facilitate your arrival before Queen Giox, she made no mention of you leaving."

Harry could see that his comrades were nervous by Ragnok's warning/threat. Harry wasn't fazed.

"Then why the delay?" Harry gave the goblin a challenging look, "take us to your queen."

"Wait here," Ragnok ordered but the bite in his tone from earlier had all but vanished. "I will return shortly."

'They appreciate strength then, that I can do.' Ragnok apparated away and Harry took the privacy to address Shafiq's ignorance. "Listen, I am indebted to you for helping Sirius get out of his funk but you're royally screwing this up right now."

"Sorry, I'll reign it in. Siri wouldn't forgive me if I did screw this up for us."

'Siri? Are they…' Now that Harry thought about it, Halim and Sirius' hushed whispers and private laughs could all be recontextualised into a relationship beyond friendship. Before Harry could respond to that shocking revelation, Ragnok reappeared in the spot he'd just been holding a metal rod.

"The Queen is ready for you," Harry and co stepped forward to undergo whatever mode of transport was to take them to this queen but Ragnok raised a hand and stopped their approach. "Only you, Potter."

Harry cast a mistrustful gaze to the goblin who met it with one of strength. "No cheating," Harry warned, keeping up the motif of their interaction.

Ragnok placed a fist to his fine armour and bowed. "You have my word."

'I believe you, even if I shouldn't, Head Goblin.' Harry grasped the metal rod and the world began spinning faster than he could track. One moment he was on the balcony overlooking Karnuk, and the next, he was thrown to the floor on a red carpet. Having landed on one knee, Harry groaned quietly as he pushed himself up to full height.

He was in a hall of some kind, with pillars twenty feet tall and two feet wide lining either side of the cuboid space. At the end of the hall Harry saw what could only be described as a throne. A mound of twinkling rock formed the base, with a staircase carved into it, leading to a golden chair that looked like a 'U' with legs. Behind the mount were statues of what looked like trolls and, spewing forth from their mouths was molten lava. Harry took another look around and saw that the lava was the only source of light in the throne room, with streams of it snaking up and down the columns and through the ceiling.

'That can't be safe,' he thought, particularly about the lava above him. 'Then again, lava or no lava, I'm not safe here anyway.'

Sat on the throne was a goblin of royal presence, she wore a suit of armour more extravagant than Ragnok's. This queen was covered head to toe in silver plate that was so polished that it looked orange with the reflection of the lava off of it. Goblin gold was once again used to enhance the etchings and decoration components but she also had managed to weave it into the plate itself with lines of the rare metal appearing sporadically like cracked marble. A golden metal coif protruded out of her bascinet and atop her head was a golden crown encrusted with a large red gem in the centre and smaller ones as you got further away from the first.

"Wizard…" The goblin queen sounded angry, and Harry hadn't even said a word yet. "Your business with the goblins of Karnuk ended many moons ago." Queen Giox reached behind her throne and retrieved an arming sword of similar extravagance as her armour. She leaned forward on it, pointed at him and spoke in a rough but menacing voice. "Why are you here?"

Harry wasn't sure whether to bow before speaking but he hadn't bowed to Voldemort and so he wouldn't start there. "I am here to propose an alliance," he stated simply. When the queen didn't immediately respond, Harry sought to fill the silence with some righteousness. "I fight the dark wizard Vol–"

"We know of your war with the defiler, feararthaa." Giox leaned back into her throne and held the sword loosely, tip down in front of her. "We know a great many things. For instance, it was not Voldemort who attacked my bank, stole the riches within and more."

'Dammit I should've brought Daphne with me, she'd know what to do here.' Harry began to sweat, either from the lava in the walls or the uncertainty of how the queen felt about that intrusion. Truth be told though; he was curious as to how the goblins could have known. "How?"

"You came to our bank seeking to discuss your majority, and yet, you are sixteen. The moment you stepped foot in my bank, your intentions were plain." Harry thought he heard a measure of smugness in the Queen's tone and knew that they had underestimated the goblin nation.

'"You're right, we broke into your vaults and stole the gold. But we did so without taking a single goblin life if that counts for anything."

"It does, that is why your head was not severed from your neck the moment you entered my bank." Giox's leniency would've been appreciated if she didn't continue with a strength and intensity only a true leader could muster. "But you have damaged our reputation, through cowardly deception no less."

'Cowardly?' Harry's eyes blazed at the goblin queen's apathy. "How about the fact that the great goblin nation stood aside whilst their countrymen were slaughtered? Have you bothered to look outside the bank? Have you seen the bodies hanging in the alley?"

"We are goblins, feararthaa," Giox waved her free hand dismissively, "we do not bother."

'Don't bother?' Harry had faced fanatics of all kinds, he'd faced people who fought for love, he'd faced cowards who hid from the fight entirely. Now, for the first time ever, he was faced with stone cold apathy and Harry wasn't happy. White hot rage coursed through his veins as the faces of the dead observed in judgement. "Some of us don't get to choose when we care, some of us are forced into it by–"

"You speak righteously feararthaa," the Queen took the bascinet off, stood up from her throne and descended the stone steps. "But we are investors, we deal in probability, not faith." Now at the bottom of the steps, Harry had to look down, rather than up, to maintain eye contact. Even sheathed, the ornate sword in her hands gave Harry cause for concern. The Queen inspected the hilt as she spoke, "do you know how a goblin becomes Queen or King?"

"No." Harry subtly turned side on and prepared to defend himself. 'I've still got my wand but I have no idea where Fleur and Halim are. I'll need to take her as a hostage if things go south.'

"We do not have birthright in the same way as humans, a goblin lives and dies by their renown." Giox unsheathed the blade and revealed its majesty to be equal that of her armour. "I am Queen because I have demonstrated that my skills far surpass my peers." Giox turned a calculating gaze towards him and Harry recognised the same look in her eyes as Daphne would get when scheming. "If you want us to invest in you, prove to me that you're worth it."

"How?" Harry didn't allow himself to relax, the queen's sword was in her hands, and he was in effective range.

Giox twisted and Harry drew his wand… only to realise that he wasn't under attack. The queen's palm, protected by her gauntlet, was open and empty. "Relinquish your wand," she bade him, tone laced with controlled venom.

"Why?"

"So that you may be tested to the same standard that wizards have limited goblins to for thousands of years."

Harry stared at the queen. Beneath her helmet, Harry didn't know if she was amused or furious at his defiance. 'What kind of test could she have prepared? Could this simply be an elaborate way to kill me?' In the end only one factor mattered to his decision and so, he made one. Harry handed his wand to the Queen handle first. 'Daphne, if only you knew how much I trust you.'

The Queen took the wand and turned her back to him. "Good luck wizard," she bade him as she climbed the steps back to her throne, "I hope you live."

Giox's amused tone was the only warning Harry had before the throne room disappeared before his eyes and he was transported through space.

Harry was on his knees again, having been thrown to the ground by the rough goblin magical travel system. This time though, his fall was not cushioned by soft carpet, but made harder by rigid rocks and sand.

Harry pushed himself up on his knee and was taken aback by his surroundings. He'd been thrown into some kind of arena with vaulted stands surrounding a flat oval ground. Thousands of goblins filled the stands, yet it was deathly quiet, not a single goblin spoke or cheered at his arrival. In a section of the stands stood a large pavilion decorated in purple banners with the same anvil and hammer sigil as Ragnok's armour. On a pedestal, the queen stood with her ornate plate-mail and addressed the crowd.

"The feararthaa comes! He faces Head Goblin Ragnok in the reinohm to atone for his crimes against Gringotts! Challengers you have one minute to prepare!"

'Ragnok?' he thought as the crowd began to cheer and chant the Head Goblin's name.

"I am glad the Queen did not kill you." Ragnok stood not twenty metres from him but still Harry could see the satisfied smile on the goblin's face. In his hand, the goblin held a six foot glaive with runes Harry couldn't read etched along the handle and blade.

"You don't want this fight," Harry warned him over the roars of the crowd.

"The reinohm is a sacred thing. There is honour in victory and defeat." Ragnok bowed to Harry, then the crowd. "You may not want this fight" the goblin countered coyly as he turned and pointed his weapon toward the pavilion. Behind the queen were both Fleur and Halim, worry etched across their faces. "But you will fight for them."

'I have become predictable, or maybe I always was.' It was only then that Harry drew his dagger and whispered the words of his godfather's house. Black flames ignited along the blade's edges, and he stood ready. "Very well," he said, resigned to the ever increasing probability that he'd have to kill once more. Time slowed and the world disappeared behind the thin veil of concentration.

The air smelled of smoke and soot, sweat rolled down his face onto his lips which brought the taste of salt. The cheers of the crowd dissipated to a low and consistent thrum in his ears. The magic in his soul pumped throughout his body with fervour.

Inhale. Ragnok's foot shifted in the sand. Exhale.

"Begin!"

Ragnok advanced, his glaive outstretched and pointed at Harry. The goblin moved swiftly, faster than Harry thought his small stature would allow him.

'Get inside his effective range, past the blade and inside his guard.' Harry knew that he was at a range disadvantage and in a melee situation that could spell his end. 'Take his weapon and this challenge is over. No one has to die.'

Harry began his advance too with measured, cautious steps towards his opponent. Harry knew he would be outmatched in hand to hand, but he also had a few tricks of his own up his sleeve. 'Giox said a goblin earns their position through merit alone. Head Goblin of Gringotts is a high position as far as I can gather… this might not be so easy.'

Ragnok's glaive was a mere metre away from Harry now, its sharp point and serrated edge threatening his very life. Harry's dagger was raised in front of his face in a forward grip, ready to counterattack.

Ragnok leaned forward and Harry's adrenaline spiked.

The Head Goblin thrust his weapon towards Harry's face, who stepped back and deflected the blow with his dagger. Ragnok didn't relent, after a brief pause to study Harry, he thrust thrice more. Harry deflected the first of the three then hastily dodged the next two, all the while stepping back at every chance. The glaive caught his vest on the final thrust but the twin's work held true and Harry remained uninjured.

Ragnok, seeing that Harry remained in the defensive, pressed the attack. Making use of his reach, Ragnok swung his weapon around his body and cut low at Harry's legs. However, Harry's perpetual retreat had put him outside the goblin's reach. Ragnok's swing missed and it had left him over extended.

Harry stepped inside the goblin's guard as he was recollecting himself and delivered a strong kick to Ragnok's breastplate. The goblin's armour rattled as he hit the ground, his weapon held loosely in his hand.

'Accio,' Harry commanded, his mind focused on the weapon in the goblin's hands. The summoning charm had been one of the first things he'd learnt wandless, considering he had already gained an aptitude for the spell in fourth year, that natural ability translated easily to wandless magic. So he was surprised when the weapon didn't even jiggle in his opponent's hand. 'How?'

"You will find little success with magic, wizard," Ragnok spat the word out as a slur. His opponent's snarled as he pushed himself to his feet and took a ready stance. "Do not dishonour this contest again."

"Very well."

This time, Harry pressed the attack and stepped into lethal range voluntarily. Ragnok swiped at his neck with a tight cut which very nearly took Harry's head off. But Harry was faster than Ragnok and was willing to sacrifice much more. Ragnok's blade caught his skin, slicing a shallow incision on his nape. However, Harry was inside his guard and if he couldn't use magic to take Ragnok's weapon, he would use force.

Harry struck the goblin's face with the hilt of his dagger and used his other hand to grab hold of the glaive. As Ragnok's head recoiled back and his nose started leaking blood, Harry ripped the weapon from his hand. Harry twisted and twirled the weapon around his body so that the tip was now mere centimetres away from Ragnok's neck.

'No one has to die,' he reminded himself. Harry fought the urge to smile as he held the blade in place. "Do you yield?"

The crowd erupted with boos and horrified protests. Confused, Harry looked at Ragnok for answers. The goblin was terrified, not of the blade at his neck, but of the crowd's response. The queen quieted the goblin mob then spoke in her amplified voice once more.

"Feararthaa does not know our way. There is no yielding in the reinohm, only death can bring absolution."

"The game is at its end for me," Ragnok's mouth twisted into an abnormal combination of sneer and smile. "Do it and you will have their respect."

In the pit of the goblin colosseum, Harry felt the all too familiar temptation. It would be easy, a flick to the right and Ragnok would be dead in seconds. The crowd called for it, queen Giox called for it, even Ragnok had asked for it.

'So why am I hesitating?'

The back of his brain itched as memories came to the surface of his mind. A flash of green from his own wand, blonde hair flayed out on black tiles. A ghostly apparition of his greatest failure, a failure he hadn't yet committed.

'You'll need to decide…'a familiar voice reverberated through his psyche, 'a mindless killer… or something or more?'

"Honour me, Potter."

Harry's mind was brought back to the present and was hit with Ragnok's desperate gaze that bore into his soul.

"Honour me," the goblin repeated, "but make it quick."

'I am more. That's the only way this will work.'

"No." Harry brought the blade away from Ragnok's neck and threw it to the sand. He then turned and confronted the queen who watched on in interest. "I will not kill your Head Goblin, these are your customs, not mine. Honour demands his death? My honour demands his life!"

For a long torturous moment no one made a sound. Not the crowd, not the queen, no one. Harry's heavy breathing was all that he could hear as he met the queen's blank stare with defiance. The queen sucked in air and Harry prepared himself to have to fight his way out of the goblins' great city.

"The feararthaa is victorious! He is free to leave with his life! Please exit the stadium in an orderly fashion!"

The queen hadn't broken eye contact as she spoke, despite the crowd's uproarious complaints. Harry gave her a grateful nod, which she returned in kind from her pavilion. Ragnok groaned in displeasure which brought Harry back to the goblin behind him. The Head Goblin's nose was still bleeding and gave no indication of stopping.

"May I?" Ragnok looked at him perplexed and after a moment nodded. Harry hovered his hand just in front of Ragnok's nose. "Episkey," he said clearly and felt the rush of magic go through his arm and out his hand. Ragnok's nose snapped back into its right place and the bleeding stopped immediately. The Head Goblin gingerly touched his tender nose and was astonished to find it completely healed.

"You're a credit to your kind, wizard." This time, he used the word with some measure of respect.

"Harry, is fine." Harry offered the goblin an arm of friendship despite the cut on his neck.

Ragnok eyed the outstretched arm and looked around him as though he were embarrassed to even be seen in such a situation with a wizard. But, when he finally met Harry's eye, Harry knew that the goblin had been moved by the gesture. "Harry then," he agreed as he grabbed Harry's arm, accepting his friendship.

As the two new comrades let go of each other, the Queen appeared beside them with four guards and Harry's friends behind her.

"Well fought champions. Ragnok, I trust the wizard's debts are settled?"

"They are my queen." Ragnok bowed his head reverently as he answered. Queen Giox nodded her head in approval that her Head Goblin of Gringotts would follow her lead in defying their ancient customs.

Fleur and Halim made their way to his side and Harry grew eager to capitalise on his victory. "Have I passed your test?"

"You have," Giox said, sounding genuinely pleased. The Queen drew his wand from a pocket on her belt and offered it back to Harry. He took back his wand and revelled in the comfort it brought him. "I needed to know that you wouldn't allow tradition to cloud your judgement… for it is tradition that allowed this conflict to exist. Karnuk will come to your aid, with your word that goblin-kind won't be forgotten when the defiler is dead."

"You have it," Harry agreed easily. "But what does the word of a wizard mean to you?"

"Nothing." Queen Giox smiled a grisly smile at his confusion. "The word of the feararthaa? This I can trust." The Queen turned to her Head Goblin and spoke in a commanding voice, "Ragnok, begin preparations to transport our army to…?"

"Hogwarts," Harry supplied at the queen's expectant look.

"Yes, my Queen."

Ragnok's fist went to his breastplate as the Queen nodded and disapparated with her guards.

"What does that mean? Feararthaa?" The Queen had called him the gobbledegook phrase several times and Harry was beginning to think it was an insult.

"Chosen one," Ragnok replied, "the Queen believes you have the potential for great change. However, the defiler must be stopped first."

'Goblins don't deal in faith… perhaps that isn't entirely true your majesty.' Harry gave Ragnok a serious look and said, "on that, we certainly agree."

Author's Note

Alright this is a pretty big chapter and a lot of world building which is a bit odd so late in the novel.

As I've written these stories, I've become more and more interested in the other sentient cultures in the wizarding world… especially the goblins. Mainly because of the plethora of goblin rebellions which apparently caused the wizards a lot of trouble. I needed to make them seem like a real powerhouse and the first step was the city.

I was worried it would feel a bit campy that there is just this huge city that no one has heard of. But I think the next several chapters will change that perspective.

I had set up the vibe with the black stone foundations for Karnuk in the Gringotts infiltration. I wanted to put weight behind the line "has existed long before your ministry was a congregation of wizard landowners." The aqueduct also ties in the Greco-Roman influence that I spoke about in chapter ten.

For a full look at Karnuk, check it out on my website.

I introduce two new characters in this chapter: Ragnok, Head Goblin of Gringotts and Queen Giox. Ragnok made an unnamed appearance in chapter nine, but I brought him back to create some chemistry between him and Harry. Ragnok is a very fierce and dutiful person as characterised here. Queen Giox is more calculated individual, constantly testing Harry the second he's in her presence. Having her know it was the loyalists that attacked the bank adds to the suspense and her character. It also fills in a plot hole I discovered a few months back about Harry not being of age yet.

I developed the idea of a Meritocracy as a way to characterise the goblins as a no-nonsense people. The goblins control pretty much all of the commerce in the British Isles that means its unlikely that a traditional class system would make sense considering everyone could easily be wealthy. With less time and resources being spent on trade of goods and services leaves more time for artisanry and self-development. It also limits the control any one person can have for any reason other than merit.

This chapter isn't all world building though. Harry goes through a very important character moment in the Karnuk arena. Stripping him of his wand was a decision I made pretty early on… I wanted him to be on equal(ish) ground and have to rely on something other than his undeniable magical prowess. The way he wins the fight is a call back to how he trained Daphne to win by willing to sacrifice anything – even injury to himself.

Winning the fight wasn't the main event though. In a lot of ways, this is the climax of Harry's arc throughout the entire series. He's gained the agency he sought after Cedric's death, without the murderous influence of the horcrux nor the unrelenting grip of his grief. The centaurs have pushed him towards the path where death isn't always the answer. This allowed me to use Damien's last words to Harry in a meaningful way as well. Harry's refusal to kill Ragnok, despite everything in the moment telling him to do otherwise not only bought him a formidable ally but shows that he's changed for the better.

The goblins still have a major role to play in the book but I'm sure its becoming clear why this installment is call A time for Unity…

Thanks for reading,

RevanchistVII