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The Temple was lit by torches hanging along the walls and top of the pillars of the nave, which gave dark and gloomy atmosphere environment, perfectly in tune with what the 'building represented. The House of the Goddess of War was to instill in people a sense of helplessness and awe, the soft light and long shadows on the walls perfectly fulfilled that mission.
Roriath, the fearsome goddess of sight of blood, was sitting idly on his seat, almost did not listen to what his preacher was saying, but focused on the small details that surrounded it. Such as the heavy wooden door adorned by the best artist of the time when the Temple was built, whose reliefs tell the story of a brave commander Damos Yutas NOC, how she had just defeated an entire army of barbarian invaders, had united under one flag and those territories had been crowned king.
"And so I was wondering if you could you Read more ... "
The first column on the right was slightly chipped, Roriath wrinkled his nose, his time had to be perfect, there was no place for a small chip like that, it was very use of the honor! He vowed to punish the unnecessary acolyte to the priest who had the task of cleaning, from top to bottom, the Temple.
"Well, will have little more than 16 winters, it is too small and immature to play a role like that! "
gaze of the Goddess embraced the overall internal and admired the collection of benches spartan, no trace of any comfort, who came to ask you did not need stupid pillows or other gadgets that the temples of other deities were like mushrooms.
The daily offerings were laid on the altar like every morning, the priest had spared no expense, could be found on large trays will fruit, fresh vegetables and tasty dried meat of the highest quality, bread and biscuits in large quantity. Apparently trying to curry favor with his favor to win the war against Jukigabijo.
Roriath rose ignoring Katona, who for some minutes he was waiting for an answer, and moved to take something from its offerings. He threw a ripe red apple while he bit into his herald to another.
" The apple is the answer? "
" What? "
" The question you have set. "
" I have a question? "
Prince sighed sadly, if the first had doubts, now was clear, the Goddess had not heard anything of what he said until then, nothing, not even when he had said Shiree and its assumptions, zero absolute. Roriath resigned returned his gaze with a curious expression, who knows what was never lost.
"Sometimes you know make you boring. "He said nonchalantly finishing eating his apple.
"If I am boring Then why did you make me be your herald? He asked, exasperated Katona raising his arms to heaven.
"Point one: you've accepted, I have simply made the proposal.
Second: the different reasons why I chose you are not your responsibility.
Point three: There is still time to discuss Shiree and its future, I want to know is how are you going to behave with Esta. "
" But then he listened! " Katona thought to reflect the words just spoken by his goddess, but why pretend not to know anything, I had absolutely no sense!
"If you're thinking that I actually have listened to you, forget it. I just saw the events from my home in the divine world. "
" Ah ... But then you know what really happened to my brother and Esta? "
" Sure, but do not dare to ask me to tell you what happened, I do not mess in human affairs, risolvetevi your problems alone.
long ago a god was seized with pity and compassion to see the chaos that reigned the human world, so he decided to reveal himself and to speak with the voice of a woman to solve your problems. Flocked from everywhere to solve their problems. It started out really serious problems, we had kings and rulers, ancient noble family, then came the middle class and finally the peasants and the uneducated, who asked him the questions were so trivial that God refused to speak more clearly.
Determined to put an end to naivety of men, God began to speak to the woman's mouth with prophecies and riddles. The men, in their foolish little mind, did not understand the act of God and began to call "witch", "crazy."
The poor woman committed suicide in desperation and God, indignant, took refuge in his dwelling in the divine world and it is not released until today.
Tell Katona, What will you learn from this? "
Prince Looking back on his readings of adolescence and relink the old case of Sybil, the woman who foresaw the future and resolve the great dilemmas of humanity in the book he read was not written the end of story, the news of Sibyl had dispersed into thin air, as had arisen out of nothing.
"I taught that I must always look beyond the limits of the human mind to fully understand the secrets and mysteries of life, I never have to dwell in the face of difficulties, but I must face it and find the answers you seek. "
" We are philosophical eh? I just thought that I have no intention of ending up like those two, I do not find myself having to predict the future or to solve the problems of the peasants, and especially I have no intention to interfere, but you had already said no? "
The Goddess knew. He knew exactly all the implications of that thorn in the side that was found in accepting the West's sister.
The easiest solution would be to run to judge and condemn Esta, since the arrest warrant against the woman had come to the capital, but neither West nor Frey gliel'avrebbero forgiven. No, had to devise another, the Council was putting pressure on him to issue his opinion, did not tolerate that the process of mercenary was suspended until the return of the king, Katona was the regent and had full powers, did not make sense to wait. The Council's reasoning had been flawed logic if it were a normal situation, but were hidden by the details were not made public.
The Goddess knew. She was able to provide all the information he needed.
The prince shook his head, if he had narrated the story of the Sibyl was a very particular reason, and if it really was not there, he wanted to believe so. The story had just taught to not only stop at the only visible and known, but to go further in order to discover the secrets hidden behind such a thing. A story that reminded him of that of slaves and of the cave, he had to do exactly the same thing.
With a reverential bow to the Goddess took leave to return to his royal duties. He had not the faintest idea what to do, but he knew how.
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