Memory Stone of Makela Leki , Pt . 2 Content . " We returned , each to our own lives , to meet in the hall once a week to tell our stories to the new Maidens and Brothers , and to perform as instructors in the Way of the sword . All was well till the night of the Midyear Festival . " All our people were reveling and … excuse … enjoying the repast , but for we six Maidens . It happened that the festival day fell on our day of meeting in the hall , our day of prayer and fasting and honor to the Way of the Sword . " As we met , late into the night , a knocking rang on our door . When I opened it , there was a guardian from the Bangkorai Pass , wounded and near death … He told us of betrayal from the north , an invasion sponsored by High Rock , led by King Joile of Daggerfall — our ally in the war with Orsinium ! " Quickly we used up a crystal of healing in restoring him to vitality . We sent him on to the king , while we six grabbed our weapons and armor of power , and as many potions , marks , and crystals and rings as we could carry . " We flew to the pass hoping upon hope that we would not be too late . Our journey was not in vain , for we arrived just at the very point where the last three guardians were overwhelmed by the horde . Into the pass we ran forming the old battle line , six abreast . " OH did we FIGHT . " The Song of the Sword was a joyous noise slicing through the ranks of evil . We fought for hours . Julia was the first to fall , a cowardly poisoned dagger finding a rent in her armor . Then one by one all fell , save me . " … Oh cruel fate … Then my beloved sword , the sword of my father , the one with the serpent ' s crest , fashioned by the master swordsmith Singer Tansal broke in my hands . All was lost , our six lives spent in vain . Now , many many of them would pour through the pass . I would be easy prey for them , like a newborn child . I wept in frustration . " Then I remembered the hearth in our home — the book . Frandar Hunding ' s Book of Circles , the Way of Strategy . I reached for Shehai , the spirit sword , that which I could never reliably form when I needed it , and behold . . . it was alive . Alive with fire . It formed in my hand . Ablaze with power — oh , I slew mightily , right and left , like a scythe through wheat . All the way to the Lord of Daggerfall I fought . With one blow I cut his magical armor asunder , one more took his head . " But to do that deed cost me dearly , wounds by the dozen , for although I had magical armor , it was not formed of spirit like my blade , it was not as invincible as my blade or my own spirit , and I was sorely wounded . " With the felling of King Joile , his army crumbled . They fled before my wrath . All ran back through the pass not even pausing to collect their dead and wounded . All who could stand ran for their lives , and I slew all I could reach , but my breath was coming short , and the pain . . . " Finally I rested , on this rock where you find me now . I don ' t know why I chanced to bring this stone along . I bought it on a whim really , with the loot from … ah , well , I guess I need to really stop and tell my story in order . I feel able to go on to tell you more … the eternal night is descending more slowly than I thought . " Not just yet am I ready to compose my death poem . A little sip of water and . . . well , I think I will go back and tell you of my life , maybe some details about the battle . And , oh , yes . About Raliph and our children , humm where will I start . " … Oh … rrr … . " I am … a simple warrior … I grew up as a , a Maiden of the Spirit Blade … As early … as early as I can … remember … "