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He nodded thoughtfully to himself, and remained silent.
After a short time, during which interval he said nothing more, he
retired to his tent for the night, while an honor guard of four
spearmen stood outside of it's four corners in silent, constant
vigilance.
Si'Wren was left sitting before the fire, staring down at her
assortment of clay tablets as she thought intently about the true
nature of the Invisible God.
For, besides the parable of a reflection in water, she did not truly
know. There was so little to go on, certainly nothing written, whereas
others had such magnificent idols of wood, ivory, noble metals, and
fine gemstones crafted by the gifted hands of talented men. They also
had their ceremonies, their priests, their temple servants. It was so
easy for them to give an answer to any difficult question, and to
reassure one-another that they were so right.
But as for Si'Wren and her Invisible God, she could only feel a deep,
chiasmic remorse that there was no one to ask, and she knew of no other
living true believer in the whole wide world now, besides herself, and
the Patriarch Noah, whom she knew not.
* * *
That night the clouds gathered thick and dark, and the very air itself
seemed charged, and deathly still.
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