So it has come about as was foretold by the old Rat.

After all, I should have hunted Atene, not you, though now she lives to avenge me, for her own sake, not mine.

Yellow-beard, she hunts you too and with deadlier hounds than these, those of her thwarted passions.

Forgive me and fly to the Mountain, Yellow-beard, whither I go before you, for there one dwells who is stronger than Atene." Then his jaw dropped and he was dead..