“But, the prophecy is a lie,” Corban said when they quietened. “So what?” a voice shouted—a voice and face that Corban recognized. Javed of the Freedmen. “I for one do not care. I never followed you because of a prophecy. I followed because you saved me, and because my enemies are here, and if I don’t face them, they will kill me, or worse, make me a slave again. I still want to kill them. The prophecy changes nothing.”
