"Surely this is the stillness of Yarni Zai, which lay about him before
he clothed himself with rocks."

Here among the rocks which first had gathered to the call of Yarni Zai,
Hothrun Dath felt a mighty fear, but yet went onwards because of all
his people and because he knew that thrice in every hour in some dark
chamber Death and Famine met to speak two words together, "The End."

But as dawn turned the darkness into grey, he came to the valley's end,
and even touched the foot of Yarni Zai, but saw him not, for he was all
hidden in the mist. Then Hothrun Dath feared that he might not behold
him to look him in the eyes when he sent up his prayer. But laying his
forehead against the foot of Yarni Zai he prayed for the men of
Yarnith, saying:

"O Lord of Famine and Father of Death, there is a spot in the world
that thou hast cast about thee which men call Yarnith, and there men
die before the time thou hast apportioned, passing out of Yarnith.
Perchance the Famine hath rebelled against thee, or Death exceeds
his powers. O Master of the World, drive out the Famine as a moth out
of thy cloak, lest the gods beyond that regard thee with their eyes
say--there is Yarni Zai, and lo! his cloak is tattered."

And in the mist no sign made Yarni Zai. Then did Hothrun Dath pray to
Yarni Zai to make some sign with his uplifted hand that he might know
he heard him. In the awe and silence he waited, until nigh the dawn the
mist that hid the figure rolled upwards. Serene above the mountains he
brooded over the world, silent, with right hand uplifted.