Several hours later Uther's cart pulled to a stop on a small hill south of Stratholme. Uther and Saiden dismounted and began to pull the lifeless remains of the probe from the back of the cart. Archbishop Faol watched the two men lower the empty metal canister to the ground.
"This changes everything." Faol said.
"I know." Uther replied. He took two shovels from the cart's bed and handed one to Saiden.
"And you can empower others with this power, the way the probe empowered you?"
"Yes." Uther answered Faol's question. "With minimal training, and a understanding of the Light."
Faol watched in silence as the two men began to dig. His heart was racing with equal parts hope and fear. Hope that the powers of these holy paladins would be enough to counter the warlocks and undead. Fear that this night was seeing the birth of something far worse than the orcish horde.
"They can't be ordinary soldiers." As if reading the archbishop's mind, Uther spoke. "The temptation to abuse the gifts of the Silver Hand will be enormous. We must find men of faith, each with a powerful sense of justice and honor. Men who will understand that their duty is to use the Light to aid the people."
Saiden's head came up. "I know a man like that. His name is Turalyon. The most selfless man I know, he thinks only of others."
"Aye." Faol nodded. "And I know a couple of knights under Lothar who would make a good fit. Grayson Shadowbreaker and Baron Rivendare are two men who could do it. And the Lord of Hearthglen... what was his name?"
"Tyron" Saiden volunteered.
"You realize," Faol said solemnly. "We can tell no one of Velen. The probe. The Draenei. The true origin of your power. No one can know that Paladins were created using demon knowledge."
Uther stopped digging. "You ask me to found a regiment of warriors dedicated to truth and justice on a lie?"
"Not just a regiment. The elite of Stormwind's army were the Brotherhood of the Horse. That order is gone, scattered to the wind. Your paladins will become the new elite of the united alliance army. Your obedience will not be to Lordaeron, or Altrec, or Stromgrade. It must be to mankind. You will battle evil and injustice in all it's forms. Yours will be a new order. One that will change history forever."
"A new order..." Uther's eyes fell upon the open canister. He smiled. "The Order of the Silver Hand."