 of it reached him, so much so that he immediately turned his head south, his ears picking up and swivelling in that direction.  It was a discordant alteration in the very nature of this universe, a dark stain on the harmony of the material world.  The voices of the other gods, always a murmur in the background to his ears, suddenly became fearful and worried, and they began to shout at him so loudly that he could nearly make out the words.  The sense of that made the pit of his stomach hollow, and made his mouth go dry at the very thought of what it meant to this world, and how everything changed in the blink of an eye.
	Oh, Goddess.
	Cubs, he said in a distant, almost musing voice, but one full of raw, unmitigated fear.  Get up.  We have to go back to the camp.  We have to go back right now.
	Whats the matter MasFather? Zyri asked.
	Its not safe here anymore, he answered.  We have to get back to the others.  When we get there, I want you to pack up your tent and be ready to move, alright?
	Yes, Father, well be ready, Zyri told him as she got off his lap.
	Jal fished the fishing poles out of the lake with his power, and he followed along behind Tarrin and Zyri as they went back out onto the grass.  A shrill whistle recalled the two Pegasi, and he hefted each child into the saddle and helped them tie themselves in.  Whats the matter, Father? Zyri asked.  Why are you afraid?
	The One just crossed the line, little bit, he said grimly.  Hes commited the ultimate sin.  We have to get to the Dura immediately.  Its not safe to wait anymore.
	What happened?  What did he do? she asked.
	Hes summoned a Demon Lord to this world, he answered.  You dont understand what that means, girl, and I wont explain it to you.  Lets just say that its the worst thing he could have possibly done, and leave it at that.
	Why is that so scary? she asked.
	Honey, in two days, theres going to be an army of Demons rampaging across the land, he told her bluntly.  Not a few, not a dozen, not a hundred.  Thousands.  Demon Lords can summon as many Demons as they have that follow them.  This Demon Lord will summon his entire Demon army here and theyre going to destroy everything in their path.  We have to get to the Dura.  Now.
	The Pegasi may not have felt the arrival of the Demon Lord, but they did understand what Tarrin was saying, and they were not stupid.  They flew behind the Were-cat with the same dreadful urgency he had, getting back to the host as fast as their wings would carry them.  He got about halfway there when Anayi came racing in from the west, banking around behind them and pumping her wings to catch up with them.  Tarrin! she screamed.  Oh, Tarrin
	I felt it, Anayi, he said grimly. Have you told the others yet?
	No, I was out scouting, she told him.
	I thought you were helping Phandebrass, he said.
	I was, but Kang told me to go patrol, she answered.  We have to get back.  We have to move.  We cant stay in one place.  She paled. If he finds out were here, hell try to command me and the Hellhounds! she said in a strangled tone.  Oh gods, Tarrin!
	Anayi, stay with the children, he ordered, calling forth his clear crystal visor from the elsewhere and putting it over his eyes, protection for his eyes from the wind whenever he intended to fly very, very fast.  Guide them back to the camp.  Ill go ahead and order the camp to start packing.  We have to break through the citadels in the passes before that thing gets the majority of his army here, or hell just have them Teleport right on top of us when we assault the citadels.
	Aye, Tarrin, she said, calming down a little.
	Tarrin streaked ahead, his mind racing.  What was the One thinking?  Had he lost his mind?  Only a maniac called forth a Demon Lord!  Didnt he realize that the Demons were going to betray him the instant they had enough of a force here to eclipse him?
	Gods, it was going to be the Blood War all over again.
	The only thing he knew that was right now, getting everyone off of Pyrosia was an absolute necessity.  They could not be here when the Demons broke free of the One and started rampaging across the land.
	He lanced into the encampment not long before sunset and saw immediately that Forge and Ember were highly upset, pacing around Kangs tent in a frenzy of concern.  KANG! Tarrin boomed in a voice so loud that only a deaf person could possibly miss it, landing not far from his tent.  Both Hellhounds raced up to him and whined, pushing their heads against his stomach and side.  He comforted them as best he could.  I know, I know, he told them.  Were going to move.  Go to your mistresses and protect them, he ordered them.  Ill do what I can, I promise.
	They gave him a sober look, then bounded off to do his bidding.  Forge raced towards Phandebrass tent, while Ember charged towards Kangs.
	He didnt wait for Kang.  Many of the Shadows and the warriors who had come from Sennadar were looking at him, so he addressed them directly.  Pack the camp now! he shouted.  Were moving!
	They stood and stared at him in surprise.
	Didnt you hear me? he asked, his wings flaring with sudden bright light, his eyes suddenly consumed in the unholy greenish aura that marked an angry Were-cat, and fire bursting forth from his fetlocks.  I said pack this camp NOW! he boomed, pointing at the nearest human, a Shadow.
	Tarrin!  Tarrin, whats wrong? Kang called as he rushed from his tent, with most of the other command staff in tow behind him.
	Get this camp ready to move, he said with white-hot intensity in his voice.  We have to get to the Dura, and we have to do it now.
	We need more men to
	THAT WAS NOT A REQUEST! he shouted with such power and ferocity that Kang shrank back.  The fact that his wings were now writhing, with flames dancing along the top arch, making it look like they were on fire, certainly helped ram home the impression that Tarrin was not going to brook any backtalk.
	Dear one, what goes on? Dolanna asked as she rushed down to him, past a startled Kang.
	The One has called forth a Demon Lord, he said in a grating voice.  Were not safe here anymore.  Were not safe anywhere anymore now.  We have to get to the Dura.  We dont have much time.
	Miranda gasped and put her hands over her mouth.  Camara Tal closed her eyes tightly and muttered a few choice words in Amazon, and Dolanna paled and looked at Tarrin with terrified eyes.
	Kang was the general of the armies of an Empire ruled by a Succubus, so he certainly understood what a Demon Lord was, and what it meant.  Miranda, he called, looking at her, his expression grim and very, very concerned.  How fast can you cast that spell that takes us into the Astral?
	It takes about ten minutes to set up and cast, she answered him.
	Then get to work on it.  We cannot stay here.  Not now.
	Flee?  This is my world, General Kang, Lorak said stiffly.  I will not abandon my home.  I have fought against the One all my life, and I wont simply turn tail and run because hes conjured up some new kind of Demon.
	In a year, there wont be a world anymore, Camara told him bluntly.  If your people have the spells to escape this world, then youd damn well better tell them to use them.
	Were not going anywhere, Tarrin snapped at them.  This is the Ones domain, and that means Miranda cant get us out of here.  We have to get to the Duras lands, where the One cant interfere.
	Miranda gasped, then nodded in understanding and agreement.  Hes right, she affirmed.  I cant use the Astral spell here, because the One changed his domain so those kinds of spells wont work.  I have to be on land he doesnt control, so I have to get to the land held by the Dura before I can cast the spell.
	Damn, Kang growled.  Break camp! he shouted.  Break camp and prepare for a forced march!  Leave anything behind we dont absolutely need!
	Is this Demon truly that dangerous? Lorak asked earnestly, as the camp exploded into a flurry of activity.
	Lorak, a Demon Lord can summon an army of Demons, Camara Tal told him.  Hell pretend to work with the One for a while, until he has enough of a foothold here, then hell turn on the One as well.  And hell win.  After he disposes of the One, hell have his army of Demons destroy everything in this world, until theres nothing left but a barren wasteland.  There are no Elder Gods in this world, and the other gods arent strong enough to stand against him, so that means theres no one to oppose the Demon Lord.  Im sorry to tell you this, but this world is doomed.  The best thing you can do right now is contact your people and tell them to get as many people into the Astral or through gates to other worlds as quickly as they can.  Save as many as possible.
	Imagine the entire world as Auromar is, Dolanna told him.  That is what is going to happen, and I fear that there is no way to prevent it.  A Demon Lord is as a god, and there is nothing that we can do.  Escape is the only possible option now.
	No, Lorak said stubbornly.  There has to be a way.  We didnt fight this long just to lose now.  I wont see my people destroyed, and I wont see them forced away from Elara.  We have stood against the One for thousands of years and have persevered, even flourished, and we will not be uprooted.  Not by the One, not by this Demon Lord.  Run if you want, but the Elara will stay, and we will find a way to defeat this new threat.
	Argue while we move, Tarrin snapped as the children landed with Anayi close behind.  Quickly, cubs! he called to them.
	The camp was broken down in a chaotic frenzy of activity, as the soldiers worked feverishly to knock down the tents and pack them.  At first Kang wanted to abandon them, but the need to keep his troops out of the weather overruled that idea.  They were on the move within an hour after Tarrins return, riding or running at a brisk pace to the north, rushing towards the Duras lands.  Every moment mattered now, and they knew it.  They had to break through the citadels in the passes before the Demon Lord could get too many or his Demons into this world, or theyd be facing a vastly superior force.  Tarrin, Anayi, and Ariana soared high over the host, keeping an airborne eye out for scouts or elements of the Ones army that might be moving north.
	Tarrin took that time, as they marched on through sunset and continued to move by torchlight, to seriously reconsider his course of action.  What he had originally planned to do was thrown out the window now.  With a Demon Lord on the loose, everything was different now, and much more dangerous.  He still had to get to the One and destroy his icon, however, and for more than just petty revenge now.  It was now absolutely imperative to destroy the One and eradicate the main force that kept his armies together, which would also release the souls that the One had trapped on Auromar.  He still had a duty here, a promise to Niami that he had made, a promise he would not break.  He had promised her he would get the souls of her children back home, and he would see that through.
	Getting everyone back home now was what mattered.  His mate, his new cubs, his family and his friends, they had to flee now, had to escape this world.  He would not let them stay here and become witness to a new Blood War.
	But he would not abandon the Pyrosians either.  These people had no defense, no hope, and if someone didnt stand up to the One and this Demon Lord, they would all be systematically eradicated.  He could not look at himself in a mirror ever again if he ran away from them now.  In a way, this was his faulthad he not attacked the One, had Mist not damaged his icon at his behest, he would never have taken the drastic step of calling forth a Demon Lord.  Now Tarrin had to face this counterstroke of his opponent, who had called on the power of a Demon Lord to obviously protect him, because they both knew who was going to heal first.
	He thought furiously as he drifted above the host, his wings making him a beacon in the night.  He had to come up with some way of taking out the One and sending the Demon Lord back to the Abyss.  Usually, killing the one who summoned a Demon would send it back, but that wouldnt work here.  Hed have to kill the One, not just destroy his icon, and that was quite impossible.  The One was in another dimension, in the Upper World, the higher plane of existence, utterly immune to anything Tarrin could do to him.  The most Tarrin could do would be destroy his icon, but that wouldnt send the Demon Lord back to the Abyss.  To do that, hed have to go to wherever the One was and kill him thereand he couldnt do that.  Hed be a mortal trying to destroy a god in that gods home dimension, that was a task that defined the word impossible.
	Alright, so banishing the Demon Lord was off the list of possibilities.  His mind raced as he considered other options, the highest in his mind being to confront the Demon Lord and destroy his incarnation in this world.  That would be very difficult, for that Demon Lord would have power that would rival his own.  Dolanna wasnt kidding when she said itd be as a god here, because it would.  It would be just as strong as the One, maybe even stronger.  Add the fact that hed also have to deal with the One and whatever nasties that the Demon Lord would have summoned by then, and that was going to be a very risky proposition.  Hed be fighting two beings with divine power and a horde of Demons, all at the same time.
	He looked down and saw Binter and Sisska leading the host on foot, easily keeping pace with the cantering horses.  Immediately behind them were the rest of the Vendari and the Selani, and Kang was behind them, with Lorak and Dolanna on one side and Camara Tal and Dolanna on the other.  His other friends rode behind them, including Zyri and Jal
	of course!  That was the answer!
	It wouldnt be easy to do, and it certainly wasnt something he wanted to do, but that was the most logical solution.  It would wipe out the danger the One and the Demon Lord both posed in one fell swoop.
	He thought about what had to be done before that plan of action was carried out, and realized that there was only one thing that had to be done.  Much of what he already had planned fit right into this new course of action, it would just require more of him.  What new that had to be done was that he  had to make sure to get the host to the Dura, off of land controlled by the One, and getting them and anyone else who wanted to go off of Pyrosia.  Niami would fix it so Phandebrass could open that gate, but it wouldnt be for the souls of Niamis childrenPhandebrass would have to go to Auromar to do that.  It would be for them.  The souls of the katzh-dashi would be freed later, because right now, they were not as important as dealing with the Demon Lord was.  Theyd have to wait, and Phandebrass would have to open the gate for them laterthough there was a chance that theyd be freed when he confronted the One.  If he could destroy the Ones icon, the Ones power over the land would be broken, and those souls could escape on their own.  Mortal souls had the power to pass into the Astral from the material plane, no matter which material plane it was.  All he really had to do was stop the One from using his power to hold them here, preventing them from escaping.
	So, he had to have Miranda contact Kikkalli and tell her to have Niami get Ayise to allow Phandebrass to open a gate into Sennadar.  That was a bit convoluted, but it was what had to be done.  He gauged the distance that he thought the host could travel in one day at a forced march, factored in the delay of getting past the citadels, and then added it all together to come to a figure Miranda would have to relay.
	Ten days.  They had ten days to get to the stronghold of the Dura. Tarrin had ten days to prepare for what must be done.  It would be risky.  It would be dangerous.  It would be something he would very much prefer to avoid doing, because of the utter finality of it.  Once it was done, it was done.  There would be no going back, and his life would be at its end.  It would mean sacrificing everything.  But it had to be done.  It just had to be done.
	You must be able to make the choices that must be made.
	He knew that it really was no choice at allbut that didnt make it any easier to bear.  He accepted that choice with grim stoicism, for it had to be done.  There just wasnt any other choice.  As much as he hated it, detested it, despised that choice, it was a choice that was itself no choice but to choose.
	But knowing it had to be done certainly didnt make it any easier to accept.
	On the horizon, he saw the firelight of the Ones forces that were camped there, and there were more of them now.  They were directly in the path of his forces, and that meant that a battle was imminent, which would waste lots of time and just put their soldiers in needless risk.  They couldnt throw men away or waste time on annoying inconveniences right now, not with what was lurking to the south.
	That was easy enough to deal with.
	Calling his sword forth from the elsewhere, he closed his paw around the hilt and felt the sword suddenly explode with hidden power, the blade erupting into bright fire.  The sword certainly understood what was behind them, and understood his need.  That red fire suddenly turned white as the sword did whatever it did to reach back into the realm of Sennadar and touch the Weave, and he felt that connection much more strongly than he had before.  His wings immediately began changing from red to white like the filling of a goblet, as the sword caused his wings to visibly display the magical power Tarrin had stored within him.
	There was no time to waste on silly deceptions or false fronts.  Now was the time to use anything and everything that they had to get to the Dura, and that meant using drastic measures.  That meant using Sorcery.
	Ariana, tell Kang Im going to go ahead and clear the path, he called to the Aeradalla who was circling to his left and above him.
	Do you need help, my friend? she asked.
	He shook his head.  Im going to use Sorcery, he told her.  Youll help me more by staying out of the way.
	Ill go tell him, she affirmed with a nod and sly smile, folding her wings a little and suddenly diving past him, towards the ground.
	Tarrin surged forward, until the wind was stinging his eyes, he was going so fast.  He paused only to fish his Selani visor out of the elsewhere and put it over his eyes, then he raced ahead of the host, his wings a bright beacon in the night, like he was some kind of monstrous firefly.  It only took him about twenty minutes to get close enough to the Ones forces to see that they had nearly five hundred here now, including at least twenty Demons, and those Demons were the ones whipping the camp up to get ready for him.  They could feel him coming long before the scouts saw him.
	Not that that would help them in the slightest.
	Tarrin hated the idea of what he was about to do, but the rules all went out the window the instant the One called forth that Demon Lord.  The only thing that mattered was getting his friends and family to the Dura, and getting them there now.  If there was some way
	Wait.  There was a way to get them to the Dura quickly.  Tarrin had a great deal of power now with his Sorcery, if he combined that with his divine capabilities, he could get the entire host to the lands of the Dura and completely bypass the mountains and the forests beyond them.  Actually, he felt completely stupid for not thinking of it already.
	Hed Transmuted several horses into Pegasi already.  Transmuting every horse in the host wouldnt be much harder.  Then he could use Sorcery to create a large net, and he could carry all the supplies in his dragon form, as well as the Vendari.  The Selani could double up with other riders on the stronger Pegasi.
	Yes, that would work.  They could reach the Dura in a couple of days, and then Tarrin could fulfill his last duty and discover if the Dura were either the descendents of the Dwarves of Sennadar, or knew of them.  Then Miranda could use her Astral spell to get everyone off of Pyrosia and to safety while Tarrin journeyed to the remains of Pyros and had his final confrontation with the Oneand finished it, once and for all.
	He suddenly banked away, and left the startled forces of the One behind.  They didnt matter anymore.  They meant nothing now.
	He reached the host not long after that, which was moving quickly towards the force that was now behind him.  He landed in front of them and simply stood and stared at them until Kang called for a halt of the formation.  Lad?  Did you chase the enemy force off? Kang asked.
	He said nothing as he raised his sword, and its fire again turned white, which caused his wings to shift from red to white as well, glowing with such illumination that to the host, his form was as shadow.  He opened his eyes, which glowed with an incandescent whiteness that blazed forth from the dark silhouette.
	UhDolanna, Kang said hesitantly.
	His feet left the ground as he rose over the force of Shadows and friends, and he immediately got to work.  Every rider of a horse suddenly found himself grabbed by a glowing white strand of pure magical energy that erupted from Tarrins wings, and physically hauled off his or her mount, or unbuckled packs and removed them from pack animals.  Those strands delicately set the riders and equipment down, then struck the mounts, which caused them to blaze forth with brilliant white light.
	Miranda looked around, then laughed.  Damn clever! she called.
	What is he doing? Kang asked her.
	Hes turning them into these, she said, pointing at her Pegasus.  And since hes healed enough to use Sorcery, I bet he has a plan to carry the Vendari and Selani along. Were going to fly to the Dura!  We wont have to fight our way through!
	Dolanna, however, wasnt quite as overjoyed at the idea of it as the others.  She looked at Tarrin, and looked around and started counting the horses, counting the glowing reverse silhouettes who were even now starting to grow wings.  What troubles you, shaida Dolanna? Var asked from beside her small Pegasus.  Var and Denai often quietly shadowed Dolanna, seeing her more as a child in need of protection because of her small size and gentle demeanor than as a capable, even formidable, adult.
	Inothing, Var, she said, glancing at Miranda.  She too started counting the horses after she saw Dolanna doing it, then gave the Sorceress a sober look.
	In mere moments, it was done.  Every single horse was Transmuted into a Pegasus, including the pack animalswell over one hundred horses, changed at the same time.  That was what of which Dolanna had taken notice, something that would have been impossible for just about any Sorcerer, except Tarrin, or Spyder.  Tarrin gestured at the ground, pointing his sword at it, and pulled forth a large expanse of dirt and rock.  His power shaped it, spreading it out, forming it into a large, heavy net with stout loops on each corner, then it shimmered from earth and stone and became stout, unbreakable plaxa fiber rope.  He pulled forth another expanse of earth and rock, and this was molded into the shape of a large, wide, low-walled basket of sorts, with heavy braided ropes ending in loops.
	Tarrins glowing form backed away from them, and then his sword and wings burst forth in fire once again.  The wings suddenly expanded, quadrupled in size, grew even more, then the folded around the now small form to which they were attached.  The body within melted away, succumbed to the power of the fire and became living flame, and that living flame, an entity without set form, went about the task of creating a new form to occupy.  Fire grew from that central mass, flowed like water, expanding into a fireform shape of a dragon.  The body was formed, then legs, head and tail quickly and smoothly grew forth, and then wings.  When the fireform shape was complete, the entire construct flared with light as fire became flesh and blood and bone, and then the fire evaporated away like smoke, leaving behind the flesh and blood body of an unimaginably huge gold dragon.
	Load all the equipment into the net.  Ill be carrying the Vendari and Selani and the Hellhounds in that, Tarrin said in a weary, exhausted, weakened voice, pointing at the net.  When were ready to move, sit down in the basket and tie your legs down with the straps youll find on the floor.  He laid down on the ground, causing a small shockwave in the ground beneath their feet.  Explain to them how to strap into the saddles, Dolanna, he said, closing his eyes.  Kimmie, Phandebrass, come here.
	Everyone was silent for a long moment, and the Shadows, even Lorak, seemed awestruck.  None of them had ever seen a display of magic of that magnitude before.  Kang blinked, then shook his head.  Why are you standing around? he barked.  You heard him!  Move!  Sergeants, take command of your elements and get the gear loaded into the net!  The faster we get done, the closer to the Dura well be!
	I say, quite a demonstration, lad, it was, Phandebrass chuckled as he and Kimmie came over to him, looking up at his huge head.  What do you need?
	I need my book, he told them.  Once we get to the Dura, how quickly can you finish it?
	I say, give us one more hour, and well be finished, he said proudly.  You forgot, lad, I created Phandebrass Amazing Duplication last year, weve been shuffling spells about using magic, we have!
	We wanted to surprise you with it, dear, Kimmie grinned.  You didnt think we could do it.  We wanted to prove you wrong.
	He had indeed forgotten about that spell, and he chuckled at Kimmie.  You have it right now, he told them.  Were not moving until you finish that book.  I need it.  He craned his head up.  Kang! he boomed.  Give Kimmie and Phandebrass anything they need.  Were not moving until they finish the task I gave them.
	How long, lad? he called back.
	Phandebrass says about an hour, he answered.
	Aye, thats a number I can work with, he called back.  Itll give us time to get everything packed and situated properly.
	Send the Selani out to scout, Tarrin instructed.  I was seen by some of the Ones forces before I came back.  They might send a skirmish force.
	Tarrin let the others go about their business as Kang supervised the operation, but others wouldnt leave him in solitude.  Dolanna wandered over with Var and Denai in tow, and waited patiently until her scent told him that she wasnt going to leave.  He opened his eyes and looked at her, then raised his head.  What is it, Dolanna?
	Dear one, I must ask.  Do you feeldifferent?
	How do you mean?
	Do you realize that you Transmuted nearly one hundred horses at the same time? she asked him.   And your transformation into the dragon was quick and seamlessit caused you no pain.  Are you fully healed, dear one?  And how did you manage such a feat of Sorcery, even cut off from the Weave as we are?
	He blinked, then looked around, and then looked down at her.  I didnt realize it was that many, he said absently.  I just made only one spell, Dolanna, and then hit every horse with it.  The Transmutation was an effect, not the spell itself.  And as to me being better, yes, Im almost fully healed.  Ill be completely recovered in about two days in my natural shape, or maybe four in this one.
	I did not think that possible, she said quietly, tapping her chin with a slender finger.  How would you guide an effect?  Transmutation is a very delicate art, dear one.
	Its hard to explain, he told her.  I guess I shouldnt say its an effect, I should say its more like I made the spell once, then just released it into each horse as I touched it without making me have to weave the core spell again.  I created the spell so it would break down its weaving in the proper order on its own, so I wouldnt have to guide each spell.  Cascading a weave isnt easy, but its more than doable.
	I do not think I could do it, she told him.
	I think you could, he told her.  If I can do it, you can do it.  Youre much better than I am, Dolanna.
	She laughed.  I think you flatter me, dear one, she told him.
	Deshida, a favor? Denai asked.
	Anything, deshaida, Tarrin told her immediately.
	We saw shaida Dolanna riding on your head.  Might I do the same when we move?
	He chuckled, a deep sound like the pumping of a vast bellows.  Denai would definitely ask to do something like that, since it was new and exciting.  Knowing her, shed cut her ropes once they were airborne and try to ride standing on his head.  Of course, he told her.  Would you like to ride, Var?  Theres room for at least four between my horns.
	I would be honored, he said.  And I would like to ride with your adopted children.  It is only right that we come to know the family of a deshida.
	You might have trouble getting them from Mist, he chuckled.
	Then she should also ride with us.  We do not know your new mate very well.  That is wrong.
	It might get a bit crowded with five, he said.  But as long as you dont mind being a little cramped, it should be alright.  None of you will fall, thats for sure.  Just be sure to ask Mist.  Now.  She doesnt like surprises.
	I will ask immediately, deshida, Var said with a nod, then he turned and stalked off.
	Mist didnt mind at all.  In fact, she seemed to warm to the idea immediately.  That surprised Tarrin a little, because Var and Denai were strangers to her, and her ferality wouldnt usually allow her to get into a position like being tied to them with ropes while riding on the top of a dragons head.  Azakar was called over to help fashion a kind of harness for everyone, since he was so good with horses and saddles, and Haley drifted over and started helping as well.  The combined wisdom of Haley and Azakar produced a flat leather skirt of sorts that would go underneath everyone, on top of Tarrins scales, with several sturdy straps to tie each person down.  There would be two rows on that skirt, two in the front and three in the back.  Stout leather thongs would be tied between his horns that would go between the two rows, to which each person would tie a leather strap ar