But Olorin—Prince Kaim—stood and raised a hand for silence. His eyes were shining, and he shook his head. “You say you do not know miracles,” he said. “Are you blind?” He shook his head again, more violently. “You do not believe in God, but I do.” He descended the dais as he spoke and drew level with me. “And I believe you.” His eyes flickered from Valka to myself. “In your Empire, they say you are the Earth’s Chosen. I say you are a gift. God has sent you to us, and sent me to you.” Prince Kaim extended his hand to me, as he had once upon the airfield in Borosevo when I was just a boy. “We
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