"He responded," said Neryas with a smile upon his face. "He answered the call. I feel the thighs of a god quaking and coming towards the castle walls. He is more prepared than ever has been a man of God."
"You beheld him at his birth Neryas. You love him," said Charbo with the warmest brotherly affection. "I haven't seen contentment so great!" he wrapped his arm around his neck.
"He is the Lion of Judah, and his guiding seraph will never fall.
We are not alone! My beloved is returning to war!"
"It has been far too long. He has been playing in the dust and enjoying his time in solitude for too long."
He turned to Charbo and stared with the full strength of his being into his eyes, "He has prayed."
"Nay, Neryas," he paused in the peace of God breathing into the air in holiness and love, "He has battled. He has fought untold enemies of the flesh."
The gift of foresight, a vision, illuminated Charbo's chest as he saw the blood of King Armen flowing from the heavens into the hearts of his sons and daughters for thousands of generations.
Charbo wept.
"I have seen the same Charbo. We are two men, one mind. We must die beside him," he pulled from behind his back, the sword hanging beneath his clothes, and held it in the presence of Christ. "Christ is with us, in sword and in shield."
"The age of the coming of the Lord and King has come." said Charbo.
"Not if we are victorious, Charbo. It must be delayed, the will of God altered, lest the world and humanity crumble into everlasting fire. We would die in flames of justice as did Noah's generation if our Christ were to see the greatness of the failures of civilization upon his descent."
Charbo held the crucifix upon his chest and placed it upon Neryas head, anointing him with the Spirit of God and the spirit of St. Vartan.
“Աստուած Օրթնե:” ըսաւ Շարպօն երբ դրախդային լոյսը Ներյասին գլխի վրայ ծաքեցաւ: