He opened his arms wide as if to encompass the entire hall.
His voice fell. ‘Nothing that is, until I found myself pitched into conflict with an evil so ancient that hitherto I’d only read about it. Nothing, until I found myself aiding a hunted man who could be Ethriss himself, dormant. Nothing, until I found myself held in Narsindal, touched and bound by a power that could only be Sumeral.’
He looked slowly round his audience. ‘Brothers. If Sumeral and His Uhriel are among us, and are seeking the still sleeping form of Ethriss, then the Guardians will lie somewhere, waiting our call.’
Then his voice rose. ‘Who doubts this?’
Interminable discussions over the weeks had laid low all possible doubts, and the Hall remained silent.
‘Who doubts our will?’ he continued, his voice still loud.
