“If the boy is Edan’s chosen one — as I believe in my heart he is not — then He will undoubtedly protect him in the battle.” “Yes. That is certain.” Bledla’s shoulders relaxed as he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It made sense, and it was a test of his faith. Of course. Joruman is right. On the verge of accomplishing everything Edan has tasked me with, I must remain firm. I must have faith in Edan.
