When the year shall reach three nines When the Sheriff makes the ride Puffed and proud, then woe betide Horse to horse and death to death He, or she, shall be no more. Then the three spires, like broken pines Shall reach towards the skies no more. When the ghostly hand of Helen Bayden reaches out across the centuries a local history course in the city of Lichfield becomes the focus of an ancient prophesy that will see the death of the Sheriff and the destruction of the cathedral.