Tyndal passes through the temple, as he has been daily since hearing the news, and stops in the shadows of the gallery in the rear. He watches the dark elf kneels before Shevarash's visage, and waits. After some time passes, he kneels in the shadows and bows his head, and offers his own prayer:
My Lord, I will confront this one fearlessly, as you would have me, but I ask of you, give me your aid. I cannot look within it, or her. . . I am as one struck blind, my Lord. Though I would have my arrow fly straight and true, and strike the heart of the evil that afflicts our People, I cannot. I cannot let fly without vision. Judge this one, for this is beyond me. Judge her, and I will execute your will.