My race is doomed, and in a little they will have forgotten my name.

I alone could have saved them.

Now they go the way of the rest, and the warriors of John become drudges and slaves.' Something clicked in his throat, he gasped and fell forward, and I thought he was dead.

Then he struggled as if to rise.

I ran to him, and with all my strength aided him to his feet.
'Unarm, Eros,' he cried.