Si'Wren watched him implacably, but gave no sign of a response. Neither
did she volunteer to hand over any of her writing tablets used earlier
to explain the Invisible God to her Emperor.
"What are we to make of this Invisible God," Borla went on in a biting,
petulant tone of voice, "who permits himself to be worshiped, and
preached to others, by a single, silent disciple sworn never to speak
in a world deafened by the ceaseless praise of idols?"
This much was true, Si'Wren reflected. Silent was she, and silent would
she remain.
As Borla went on, ranting over the stupidity of worshiping that which
could only be seen through the eye of inner reasoning, Si'Wren thought
of the Patriarch Noah, whom they were seeking, who apparently shared
her beliefs in some measure, and in light of the fact that she must not
speak, Si'Wren found herself reflecting upon the interesting truth
which Borla had proposed and it's apparent absurdity.
How did one worship the unseeable? Sometimes the surest way Si'Wren had
of knowing the Invisible God to be the true God was by reflecting upon
how foolish it was to think of worshiping dumb idols. But perhaps there
was another way to show Borla the truth.
Si'Wren reached for her water skin, poured out a little water into her
cupped palm, and being mindful of Nelatha's long-ago remonstrance that
the reflection of water held a suggestion of how one might manage to
'see' the unseeable Invisible God, she held it out to Borla, moving her
arm until one of her eyes met his in the tiny reflection of cupped
water in her hand.
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