Emperor Euphrates read this upon her clay tablet, and smiled as he held
low before her eyes the mirrored surface of a golden goblet of red wine
and suggested, "This also, yes?"
Si'Wren hesitated long and contemplatively, as he held it low before
her eyes, so that she might study his grinning reflection in the deep
red of the wine. God was spirit. Wine was a spirit drink. This
perplexed her deeply, for she wished not to blaspheme. Finally, after
thinking it over intently, she bowed low and agreed with a brief
hesitant nod. Yes, she wrote, praying she would not offend Him; The
Invisible God might be like wine.
Getting back to her basic belief that He was like water, she wrote
further, begging the question; Who can make an idol to represent water?
Water flows like a living thing, and can bear no set shape, and how
shall the finest sculptor thus fashion copies of silver or gold to sell
and get gain?
The happenstance mention of the Invisible God's remarkable immunity to
the touch of filthy lucre, a truth conclusively established by the
impossibility of selling idols of him, seemed to impress her Emperor
beyond all measure. For he spent all of his days, dealing with the
contests and affairs of men who all wanted it, and who were all,
without exception, corrupted by it's touch.
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