Lower Tadfield Safehouse

With difficulty he tore his eyes away from the body. Jim had been pale to start with; now he looked like a wax figurine. "Just move," he said, heading to the front doors. "It's me Cabadath has his eye on, but he won't ignore you if you're in his way." He threw them open, with the hinges shrieking with rust. Behind him, the stranger gave a cry of dismay.

The countryside had been blackened by missiles. The manor gardens were still smoldering and glowing red. Ruined buildings could be seen in the distance, fallen in on themselves like so many broken eggshells. Far away, Trilby could hear wolves baying.