“That’s Licanius, isn’t it?” he said. “Yes.” “Will my having it make a difference? Will I be able to help my friends?” “Of course,” said Garadis softly. The glowing man stared into Caeden’s eyes, then stepped to one side, allowing him a straight path to the sword. “For the first time in five hundred years, you have passed the Tests. As Guardian, I have read your mind and find no thoughts or memories that should cause me to deny you Licanius. She is yours.”
Licanius is a sword. Caedan is Tal’kamar
