Solemn and still it was. All waited for the ritual to begin. From the large, round window above, the direct ray of the sun’s light bathed Bledla, shadowing his deep-set eyes and gleaming on his white hair, beard, and robe. Motes of dust danced and spiraled around him. Noon on the Day of Edan. Bledla nearly gasped when the ecstasy of Edan’s spirit entered him. It is time. Perfect silence reigned as the supreme priest raised his arms aloft. All within the temple fixed their eyes on him.
