the world at evening utters many prayers, and it may be that Yarni Zai,
as he hears all earth lamenting when the prayers at evening flutter to
his feet, may have missed among so many the prayers of the men of
Yarnith. But if one go and say to Yarni Zai: 'There is a little crease
in the outer skirts of thy cloak that men call the valley of Yarnith,
where the Famine is a greater lord than Yarni Zai,' it may be that he
shall remember for an instant and call his Famine back."

Yet all men feared to go, seeing that they were but men and Yarni Zai
was Lord of the whole earth, and the journey was far and rocky. But
that night Hothrun Dath heard the Famine whining outside his house and
pawing at his door; therefore, it seemed to him more meet to wither
before the glance of Yarni Zai than that the whining of that Famine
should ever again fall upon his ears.

So about the dawn, Hothrun Dath crept away, fearing still to hear
behind him the breathing of the Famine, and set out upon his journey
whither pointed the graves of men. For men in Yarnith are buried with
their feet and faces turned toward Yarni Zai, lest he might beckon to
them in their night and call them to him.

So all day long did Hothrun Dath follow the way of the graves. It is
told that he even journeyed for three days and nights with nought but
the graves to guide him, as they pointed towards Yarni Zai where all
the world slopes upwards towards Yodeth, and the great black rocks that
are nearest to Yarni Zai lie gathered together by clans, till he came
to the two great black pillars of asdarinth and saw the rocks beyond
them piled in a dark valley, narrow and aloof, and knew that this was
Yodeth. Then did he haste no more, but walked quietly up the valley,
daring not to disturb the stillness, for he said: