The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
'Old fool!' he said. 'Old fool! This is my hour. Do you now know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!' And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
My father was brutally murdered last week, and it's only now that I can look back and laugh.
