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"But you must! You see, he does not believe that - "
" - that I am a goddess." Tearsong nodded. "He is right.
I am a spirit only, and I have only a little time to speak with
you - so listen carefully. You are a woman now, Goldmoon,
and you must hear the truth and accept it. The gods of the
Que-shu, the gods I served all my life, are false. It makes no
difference whether or not Loreman has written your name in
the tribe's Book of the Gods. Men cannot make gods of each
other."
"But I am Chieftain's Daughter!" Goldmoon protested
in disbelief.
The spirit of Tearsong smiled at her daughter's arrogance.
"Your status in life, whether chieftain or healer, priestess or
shepherd, has no influence on the judgment of the true gods.
And the true gods will be your final judges, not your tribe,
not your father, not myself. The true gods reward each
person in the afterlife according to his or her virtues, not
some circumstance of birth."
Goldmoon shook her head, stunned. After Lore-man's
betrayal and Hollow-sky's attack, this was too much to bear.
An idea came to her. "This is some kind of test of my faith.
Oh, Mother, I will never turn from our gods. I will believe
in you always
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