When at last he’d recovered his equilibrium, he looked up and saw someone—a stranger who definitely was not a Devidian—in a tunnel across the arena. It looked like a man: human and ancient, with bone-white hair and a ragged white beard. His posture was crooked but his aspect was fierce. Wesley peered intently, studied the man— —and then he realized the ancient stranger was looking back at him. As they locked eyes, Wesley realized who the old man was. That’s me.
