The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an Age yet to come, an age long past, Gared spoke to his companions. "We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. “The wildlings are dead.”
“And what of the One Ring?” Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile.
"Captain Pickard has taken it to Hogwarts," answered Conan, scowling grimly. "Sir Mordred will never have it now."