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           ’Hearme,mm,Ogods—’

           WasStoHelitlookingupintothebat-haunteddarknessoftherafters?

           ’—hearme,OBlindIooftheHundredEyes;hearme,OGreatOffleroftheBird-HauntedMouth:hearme,OMercifulFate;hearme,OCold,mm.Destiny;hearme,OSeven-handedSek;hearme,OHokioftheWoods;hearme,O—’

           WithdullhorrorCutwellrealisedthatthedaftoldfool,againstallinstruction,wasgoingtomentionthewholelot.ThereweremorethanninehundredknowngodsontheDisc,andresearchtheologianswerediscoveringmoreeveryyear.Itcouldtakehours.Thecongregationwasalreadybeginningtoshuffleitsfeet.

           Keliwasstandinginfrontofthealtarwithalookoffuryonherface.CutwellnudgedtheHighPriestintheribs,whichhadnonoticeableeffect,andthenwaggledhiseyebrowsferociouslyattheyoungacolyte.

           ’Stophim!’hehissed.’Wehaven’tgottime!’

           Thegodswouldbedispleased—’

           ’Notasdispleasedasme,andI’mhere.’

           TheacolytelookedatCutwell’sexpressionforamomentanddecidedthathe’dbetterexplaintothegodslater.HetappedtheHighPriestontheshoulderandwhisperedsomethinginhisear.

           ’—OSteikhegel,godof,mm,isolatedcowbyres;hearme,O–hello?What?’

           Murmur,murmur.

           Thisis,mm,veryirregular.Verywell,weshallgostraighttothe,mm,RecitationoftheLineage.’

           Murmur,murmur.

           TheHighPriestscowledatCutwell,oratleastwherehebelievedCutwelltobe.

           ’Oh,allright.Mm,preparetheincenseandfragrancesfortheShrivingoftheFourfold-Path.’