He still hadn’t understood. He’d seen Will touch the armor. He’d seen him survive the Blade. But he hadn’t understood what Will had come to realize piece by piece. The truth that his mother had known when she’d died on this very spot, looking at Will with despair in her eyes. “I’m not Blood of the Lady,” said Will, looking at the sheathed Blade on the ground. “The Shadow Kings aren’t coming for me.”
