Poison Song , Book VI Content . The magnificent sprawl of the stronghold of Indoranyon was aglow in the light of the setting sun . Commander Jasrat watched it slowly disappear into the horizon as he led the caravan southwestward . It was a strange practice for him to lead a night operation , but scarcely more bizarre than anything else he was facing . He was only seventy years of age , far from old for a Bosmer , and yet he felt like he belonged to another era . He had known the land of east Vvardenfell his entire life . Every forest , every garden , every small village between Red Mountain and the Sea of Ghosts had been home to him . But now it was all different , twisted into a world he did not recognize since the eruption and the year of Sun ' s Death . It made night travel all the more treacherous , but it was a risk he was ordered to take . The ashmire appeared quite suddenly . If a sharp - sighted scout hadn ' t seen it and given the signal , the entire caravan might have been swallowed whole . Jasrat cursed . It had not been on the map , but that was hardly surprising . It was a huge unnamed scathe stretching as far as anyone could see . The commander considered his options . He might lead his party to the southeast toward Tel Aruhn and then try an approach due west . As he consulted his map , he noticed a glimmer of a campfire in the distance . Accompanied by his lieutenants , Jasrat drove his guar forward to investigate what appeared to be an Ashlander man and woman . “ This is no longer your realm , ” he bellowed . “ Don ' t you know it ' s been ruled by the Temple that these are House lands now ? ” The couple shuffled to their feet , and began quietly walking away , toward a narrow ridge between hill and ashmire . Jasrat called them back . “ Do you know a way around the scathe ? ” he asked . They nodded , their eyes still to the ground . Jasrat signaled to his caravan . “ You will lead us then . ” It was a treacherous winding crossing , almost too tight for the guars . The wagons themselves scraped as the drivers pulled to avoid the ashmire . The Ashlander man and woman whispered to one another as they led the caravan . “ What are you mumbling about , n ' wah ? ” Jasrat hollered . The man did not turn around . “ My sister and I were talking about the Dagoth rebellion , and she was guessing that you were bringing arms to the stronghold at Falensarano , which is why you chose to cross the ashmire rather than taking a road . ” “ I might have known , ” Jasrat laughed . “ You Ashlanders are so hopeful whenever you see signs of trouble in the Houses and the Temple . I hate to dampen your spirits , but what you ' re speaking of is hardly a rebellion . Merely a few isolated incidents of . . . unpleasantness . Tell your sister that . ” As they plodded onward , the narrow ridge began to taper even more . The Ashlanders found a low jagged crevasse in the hills , a crack from a lava flow even predating Sun ' s Death . The caravan scored the rock walls at it moved through . Commander Jasrat , after twenty years of uncertainty in a land he did not understand , felt a twinge of his old instinct . This , he thought to himself , would be a fine place for an ambush . “ Ashlander , how close are we ? ” he shouted . “ We ' ve arrived , ” Dagoth - Tython replied , and gave the signal . The assault was over in mere minutes , as it had been calculated from the start . When the last body of the House guard had sunk beneath the ashmire , only then was the inventory of the caravan revealed . It was better than they had hoped , virtually everything the rebellion needed . Daedric swords , dozens of suits of armor , quivers of fine ebony bolts , and rations enough to last for weeks . “ Go on ahead to the camp , ” Tython smiled at his sister . “ I ' ll lead the caravan . We should be there within a few hours ' time . ” Acra kissed him passionately , and gave the sign of Recall . In an instant , she was back in her tent , exactly as she had left it . Humming the Song , she removed the Ashlanders rags and chose an appropriately diaphanous gown from her trunks . Precisely the sort of dress Tython would love seeing her in when he returned . “ Muorasa ! ” she called to her servant . “ Summon the troops together ! Tython and the others will be here very soon with all the weapons and rations we need ! ” “ Muorasa can ' t hear you now , ” said a voice Acra hadn ' t heard in weeks . She turned , expertly removed every trace of surprise from her face . It was indeed Indoril - Baynarah , but not the quivering creature she had left behind at the massacre at Sandil House . This woman was an armored warrior , who spoke with mocking confidence . “ She wouldn ' t be able to summon the troops if she could . You may have weapons and rations , Acra , but there ' s no one left to arm or feed . ” Dagoth - Acra made the sign of Recall , but nothing happened . “ The moment we heard you banging around in the tent , my battlemage s cast a diffusion of all magicka , ” Baynara smiled , opening the tent further to invite a dozen House soldiers in . “ You won ' t be leaving . ” “ If you think that my brother will walk into your trap , you underestimate his allegiance to the Song , ” Acra sneered . “ It tells him everything he needs to know . I have convinced him to no longer fight it , and let it lead him and us to our ultimate victory . ” “ I ' ve known him longer and better than you ever did , ” said Baynarah coldly . “ Now , I want to hear what the Song is saying to you . I want to know where I can find Tay . ” “ Tython , my lady , ” Acra corrected her . “ He is no longer a slave to your House and the Temple ' s lies . You can torture me all you wish , but I swear to you the next time you see him , it will be because he wishes it , not you . And that will be your very last moment alive . ” “ Don ' t you worry , serjo , ” Baynarah ' s nightblade winked at her . “ Everyone says they won ' t break under torture , but everyone always does . ” Baynarah left the tent . It was all a part of warfare , she understood that , but there would be little relish in witnessing it . She could not even watch as the House soldiers disposed of the rebel corpses . She had hoped she would grow numb to the bloodshed after weeks of following Tython and Acra , massacre after massacre . It didn ' t matter to her that now the bodies were of her enemies . Death was still death . She had only been in her tent for a few minutes when her nightblade appeared . “ Not so tough as she appeared , that one , ” he grinned . “ In point of fact , all I had to do is ask her nice and point my dagger at her belly , and she was blubbering everything . Not too surprising really . It ' s always the ones that talk big that crumble fast . I remember way back a couple years ago , before you was even born - “ “ Garuan , what did she say ? ” Baynarah asked . “ The Song , whatever that is , told her brother that she got herself caught , and not to return to camp , ” the nightblade replied , only a trifle annoyed at having his fascinating story cut short . “ He ' s got a half dozen mer with him , and they ' re going to try to assassinate the fella that led the Indoril army in the War . General Indoril - Triffith . ” “ Uncle Triffith , ” Baynarah gasped . “ Where is he stationed now ? ” “ I ' m not sure myself , serjo . Do you want me to ask if she knows ? ” “ I ' ll come with you , ” said Baynarah . As they walked towards Acra ' s tent , cries of alarm sounded . The situation became abundantly clear even before they reached the site . Three guards were dead , and the prisoner had escaped . “ Interesting woman , ” said Garuan . “ Weak heart , but a strong arm . Should we send word of warning to General Indoril - Triffith ? ” “ If we can find where he is in time , ” said Baynarah .