The candle flares alight, completely ignoring the wind and the slight rain. Ralph points it directly at Ishamael, and repeats himself.

"Dlorak T'chao sko ei'rheir nak!"

And from somewhere else come a heavy echo, as if the air and earth and sky are all trying to shout back.

खकऔओच छऌऋ धदख औত घगनसषत णलऒइई जझम फशषकतच सख़ग़ऋझखओख़ ग़सडर

The air seems to shiver around them.