'My faith is stalwart. After all this… I'm ready for anything, my guardian! Should I sacrifice a dozen bulls in your honor? Or take a vow of silence? Or seclude myself with only bread in water for a week—no, this would be just a joke compared to being in the High King's prison, not a trial.'
Farini shook his head, feeling foolish over all these suggestions. But he really wanted to express his devotion somehow.
'Your trial is to accept your guardian's true appearance,' the guardian replied. 'If you do, the truth will open to you, and I will tell you my name. If you don't, you won't hear my voice again.'
Farini was confused. What could a divine guardian look like? In holy books, they were described as powerful and fierce men in ornate armor, with massive jaws, spikes protruding from their shoulders and hips, and the brightest green chitin.
