Still deep underwater and unable to hang on any longer, with a curious
roaring in her ears, Si'Wren finally resorted to more drastic means and
let go of her writing kit, with it's beautifully carved ivory writing
sticks, and the precious clay tablets wherein was written everything
she knew about her great, Invisible God Who was so much like water.
Unburdened by the weight of her kit, she rose to burst at long last
through the surface, gasping and straining for the life-giving air.
She quickly realized that she was so near to the far bank that, gasping
heavily, she merely let herself drift in closer, and swam a few tired
strokes to finally reach it on hands and knees. She dragged herself
halfway out of the water and collapsed, and felt the stub-end of the
arrow in her shoulder grate on a rock in the soft sloping bank. She
rolled halfway over onto her side to avoid doing that again, and lay in
the miry clay of the bank.
Clay. She had lost her writing kit, with all that she had written about
the Invisible God, but all around her was clay, miry clay, enough clay
to fill the whole world with tablets about the Invisible God. And then
she realized that she still had every word she had ever preached to her
Emperor, written in her heart.
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