I watched the encampment below me grow indistinct in the murk of twilight and vanish with the prevalence of night.
        Tomorrow I will touch the source lines. I know where to tap them. I could have today but it was not the time.
        I can feel them.
        Tomorrow.
        I shall endeavor to see that Pennbaston goes back the way we have come with the group of diggers who will open further the pit they have begun at the base of the north rock wall. That will put her away from reverberations here.
        If any do occur.
        I do not know what will occur. The source lines are dangerously out of phase. I could feel this in them 2 days ago. They must be realigned and allowed to release energy or the planet will suffer from the imbalance. There is no record of this ever being attempted though it must have been. This is a periodic occurrence. I am forced to attempt it irregardless of its propriety because if I do not the Progenitor will surely find another to do it. Some rogue rider would do it for a large enough reward. Clumsy, ignorant, incompetent, for whatever reason the harm would be the same. The destruction would be the same. And there will be harm and destruction to the planet as well as to people here if this is not performed correctly.
        I have no clear idea what correctly is.
        I suspect I have more of an idea than anyone else.
        This may not be enough to save us.