I wanted Lucius to come back and tell me that he had been joking, but I knew he wouldn’t. I didn’t know Lucius all that well, but I could tell that when he made a decision, he did it, no matter what anyone else thought. He didn’t care about convincing me to join him or help him. He was just going to go and confront Lord Taranas himself, with or without me by his side.
My arms hung loosely by my sides and I bowed my head. I was still convinced that I couldn’t beat Lord Taranas, but I couldn’t get Lucius’ disappointed expression or those last words—”Maybe your God isn’t as big as I thought he was”—out of my mind. Whatever amount of respect Lucius had had for me, I had blown it completely with my constant denials to confront Lord Taranas. Even worse, Lucius seemed to have less respect for Go
