It is finished. Exiled prince Aldo Rakan is crowned in the city where his ancestor was once betrayed and killed. Raven Roke, Lord of the Wind, descendant of the traitor and support of the Ollar dynasty is in the power of the new sovereign. He is awaiting trial and execution. Neither Aldo the First himself doubts this, nor the Lord of the Rocks, who is ready to follow his overlord even into Sunset, nor the Lord of Lightning, who is choosing between his country and his friend, former friend, nor the secretive Lord of the Waves. There are four of them. Always four. Forever four. Shackled by an invisible chain, but walking different roads. And for those who are lagging behind and desperate, a piebald mare is waiting around the corner - and this is not the worst thing that can happen. It's worse if the ancient messenger of death is late.