Dayraven could not have said what the stakes were, but he knew a contest of some sort was taking place. The supreme priest was still trying to probe his mind, attempting to peel back layers and examine his deepest hopes and fears. He struggled to shut him out. What does this old man want? Urd said he might want to train me, or kill me. Not you, supreme priest of the Way. You’ll make me no priest of yours. Bledla nodded as if he heard Dayraven’s thoughts. “You may go. The High Priest Joruman will rejoin your company shortly.”
