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be lasting and final.’ He paused.
    ‘What I am saying Rema Bowman, is that it is the people who must save Revelyn; and you will lead them.’
    At this Rema felt a surge of excitement and pride which was quickly perceived by Mentor.
    ‘All will fail if pride is mistaken for even the least of virtues. Humility is the white robe of power which will take you forward. Never forget this.’ Rema once more felt chastised but Mentor continued on.
    ‘Come Rema Bowman, I have something to show you.’ Mentor stood and led Rema to a large wooden door, intricately carved with patterns he had never seen before; but he had not time to examine them.
     ‘Follow me,’ commanded Mentor. The door led out onto a steep hillside and immediately Rema recognised the clearing which lay below and the forest which stretched endlessly before him. He was standing high above the place where he had fought the Wolvers. He could see the flat rocky ground where he had fired his three arrows, and lying in the grass close by was a single shield. Of the dead Wolvers, there was no sign.
    ‘You were watching,’ he said quietly. ‘You saw me kill those men.’ Mentor said nothing, but gazed thoughtfully down on the now peaceful scene.
    ‘How incredible,’ said Rema, ‘that I should end up here, after that chase through the forest, that I should by chance come upon this place and you should be here.’ He shook his head in wonderment.
    ‘You think it was chance Rema?’ Mentor spoke almost whimsically. And Rema had no reply.
    They returned through the door and once more Mentor spoke.
    ‘You are right that I watched you. You have a great gift with the bow Rema, and you are rightly named. A bowman you are, and it will be as a bowman that you will quite possibly save this land from a long and destructive tyranny.’
    ‘Only possibly?’ inquired Rema.
    ‘Nothing is certain where humans choose,’ replied Mentor. ‘Free will is the greatest of gifts but with it comes risk and consequence, as those three Wolvers found out at your hand. You will discover that failure is real. You may not succeed.’ With this he smiled reassuringly. ‘But I am sure you will give a good account of yourself. Please let me continue.’ Rema sat quietly once more.
    ‘I followed you to Efilon. A sad place. Spell it backwards and you will see that others agree. A rather poor joke, but one which that town has chosen to live by. Names are important, another thing you should not forget. I was not at this moment going to involve myself with you, but events became rather serious as you will recall, and so I did. The manner in which I brought you here is not for your understanding, and as I have already indicated, it is not always successful; but I am glad for you that it was. I cannot do that often and it will be at least a month before I am able again. As Mentor of Revelyn I am limited and that action may yet have unforeseen outcomes.’ He shook his head several times as though a deeper concern lingered within him.
    ‘Anyhow, I now have a question for you.’ Rema was surprised but willing to comply.
    Mentor looked at him almost fiercely and commanded, ‘Tell me your real name.’
    Rema immediately protested indignantly. ‘I have sira; Rema Bowman is my name and always will be. I am proud of it and my people of the Mighty Mountains…’
    Mentor cut him off sharply. ‘Your real name, it is important.’
    Rema was puzzled, what could he possibly mean? ‘I’m not sure what you want, I’ve told you my name.’
    ‘Come here,’ said Mentor firmly. Rema did so. ‘Kneel before me.’ He complied. Mentor took both his hands and brought his face close to his. Two all-seeing eyes bored into Rema in such a manner that he felt completely exposed and naked.
    ‘Your real name,’ Mentor commanded, and suddenly Rema could not resist.
    ‘Remy Cantira’ said Rema without the slightest hesitation, but in a whisper from far, far way. And then he felt for the first time in many years,