Thief of Time - Riding out

And now you must all go and bring terror and destruction and so on and so forth, said the Auditor. Correct?

Death nodded. Floating in the air above him, the Angel of the Iron Book slammed the pages back and forth in an effort to find his place.

EXACTLY. ONLY, WHILE IT IS TRUE WE HAVE TO RIDE OUT, Death added, drawing his sword, IT DOESN'T SAY ANYWHERE AGAINST WHOM.

Your meaning? hissed the Auditor, but now there was a flicker of fear. Things were happening that it didn't understand.

Death grinned. In order to fear, you had to be a me. Don't let anything happen to me. That was the song of fear.

'He means,' said War, 'that he asked us all to think about whose side we're really on.'

Four swords were drawn, blazing along their edges like flame. Four horses charged.

The Angel of the Iron Book looked down at Mrs War.

'Excuse me,' he said, 'but do you have a pen?’

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The Thief of Time - p311-312