Quo Fata Vocant.
The Fates were calling for him again. They were calling him from his secret place, beyond the Wall, and he could not help but obey them. They would mock him, he knew. They would fling scorn at him and torment him as they always did. But this time, like opiates to the wounded, they would help him too. This time they would grant him relief from his pain.
They had promised.
Because now, at last, it was the End-Time. Now, the hour appointed to avenge the abominations of the past had come.