Kwntr-bab-alharh Here

"Then you are not opening a gate," it whispered. "You are declaring one."

"You opened the Gate of War," it said, "inside a ship that has forgotten how to fight. What do you imagine will happen now?" kwntr-bab-alharh

"Good," he said. "I was tired of sleeping." "Then you are not opening a gate," it whispered

But the thing from BAB-ALHARH smiled with Kaelen's mother's mouth. " it said

Kaelen was the youngest script-keeper, and the only one who still dreamed in the old tongue. Every night, the same vision: a desert under three moons, and a door made of black iron that breathed. When he woke, the word harh burned on his tongue like salt.

Behind him, the gate did not close. It waited .