Sound the horn

The clarion was called by those in league with the two refugees. Brave and noble, these co-conspirators were, for each echo of the original plea joined the stalwart beckoner with the two in their seemingly tragic fate: slaughter by the vicious stroke of the Enemy.

But the Beast was not the only one to register the alarm as he lunged at the two. In perfect time, the King Himself revealed His clandestine vantage, breath-takingly near in proximity to the two as they braced for their final wound. Brilliant in action, authoritative in purpose, the King repelled the Enemy's desperate thrust and sent him reeling into shadow.

The fugitives' numbing anticipation of death washed away in vigorous acclamation at the sight of the King. The two knew their dear friends took up their impossible cause. With audacity in their eyes, they prepared to petition the King to ride them into their bulwark called Covenant...