But in a way you are the Bright Star, as much as any man is anything. As real as any king. Because people have chosen to believe it.’ ‘That does not make it so,’ Corban snarled. You think not?’ Meical asked pleadingly. ‘We are what we choose to be. What makes a king a king? Is there something different about him? Does special, sacred blood run in his veins? No. He is chosen; he believes it, and the people believe. He rises to the task, or he fails it.’
