1There was no enemy there, now-Istar was a place of the past.
2For nine more years, caravans traveled back and forth between Istar and Silvanesti.
3You spoke of going to Istar, of singing the Evening Prayers.
4But how in the name of Istar do we get down?
5The goddess Istar retained her independent position among the crowd of colourless female deities.
6The great column of Istar made too tempting a target for Iydahoe to ignore.
7He thought of Istar, and that thought awakened no hatred, no lust for vengeance.
8His fear was gone forever, vanished in the same convulsion that had swallowed Istar.
9I have heard about the spiraling descent of Istar's rulers.
10A long time ago I heard that some Silvanesti might journey to Istar to sing.
11Some legionnaires of Istar rode great horses, he knew.
12They are "The Deluge" and "The Descent of Istar into Hades."
13Beyond those heights, hundreds of miles away, lay Istar.
14The company obviously made its way northward from Silvanesti to the fabled city of Istar itself.
15I am Istar of Arbela; in front of thee and at thy side do I march.
16It is she in whose honor we travel to Istar".