Obstacles For the eighth day in a row, Neophyte Col found himself standing before the Two Great Guards of the temple. They stood before the large entrance of the temple, clad in simple robes. Nevertheless, they were imposing, and feared. He strode toward the first guard, confident, and handed the parchment bearing his program. The First Guard read through it carefully. This step was but a formality; yesterday, he had only failed to gain the assent of the Second Guard. He was certain he had...