I have not yet left Far Chetwood, although I probably should. I have needed this time alone, but that must now come to an end. I cannot sit here forever simply hoping that it has worked.
They are correct; I must find out.
I cannot be certain of anything at this time. I cannot be certain that this will play out as I have been told. I wish I could know for certain that persistance will not get in the way, and that what I am doing is correct. I wish I could know that above anything else.
They tell me that it is so. They whisper words of comfort and encouragement, but this is so very difficult for me. How can I be sure? The truth is that I cannot. I can only trust in them and in him, and that is such a difficult thing to do also.
I must go back. I must return to Bree. Arugru awaits me and I must know the results of my actions. I must know if I have succeeded, although only time will tell if this is the right thing to do.
My doubts eat at me, but I cannot turn back now. For good or ill, I cannot alter the course.
