Strings Page #2

But her hands...

Are her fingers too delicate?

Should I have...?

Don't worry yourself.

Leave her be.

Who will stand by you,

Eike, when your time comes?

I have been through this before, my love.

Eike.

Take good care of Xath and Daya!

You speak as though

you will never come back again.

Promise me

that you won't find any Zeriths.

I have to go. Orders are orders.

I wish you were staying here.

Mommy, where is it?

I can't sleep if I don't have my bird.

It's right here.

The little fellow's bird.

Father,

Hebalon will not be at peace until the

last Zerith has forfeited his strings.

When I step through

the city gates tomorrow

no one shall enter or leave until I have

found Sahro and avenged my father's murder.

While I'm gone,

Nezo shall rule in my place.

Don't be afraid, Jhinna.

Remember what father always used to say

that Sideon guides our strings together.

When the gates have closed behind me,

no one will enter Hebalon.

You are completely safe here.

- Hal, you mustn't go.

- I have no choice. Jhinna.

Let go of my strings!

Don't leave me.

It will be the death of me.

Let go of me, Jhinna!

Help me!

How can they live like that?

They are slaves,

the army has taken their strings.

- But what about the children?

- They are for breeding.

New slaves, new strings.

Let's make camp for the night.

- Erito.

- Ghrak?

Some good advice

for a silver-stringed Lord...

I have no need of your advice, old man.

You're getting it anyway.

Don't return to Hebalon with Hal alive.

Are you threatening me?

No. I am delivering a message.

If Hal returns to Hebalon alive,

you'll never see your family again.

I don't take my orders from you.

Perhaps this will remind you

what happens if you disobey Kharo Nezo.

Xath, my boy...

Erito!

Erito!

Erito, where are you?

Sahro?

No!

Sahro?

You were dreaming.

No dream.

A nightmare.

Can Zeriths really jump like that?

Go back to sleep.

It's a long way to the great market.

And we have a hard journey before us.

"Strings in heaven, myself on Earth.

Thus should it be

from the day of our birth."

You shouldn't be in here, Xath.

Neither should you.

And I'm looking for my bird, that's all.

- Xath? Daya?

- Quick. Tangle.

Where are you?

Tangle.

What a tangle you're in.

You have to sort us out, Mom.

ls this getting you all knotted up?

- No it's me. I'm tangled up in your...

- Now then. This string belongs...

Tell him to stop tugging

on my head-string, mother!

Don't move, stay still!

I can't when he's moving around

the whole time.

This one.

No.

Hal, my son,

when you read this letter I shall be dead.

I leave you the throne of Hebalon.

This is your fault too, Xath,

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