this
time. "Oh, I know your Masters are very important to you," she said with an
indifference transexual foto that shocked Arha. "That makes transexual foto some sense, anyhow, because
transexual foto you're their one special servant. You weren't just consecrated, you were
specially born. But look at me. Am I supposed to feel so much awe and so on
about the Godking? After all he's just a man, transexual foto even if he transexual foto does live in
Awabath in a palace ten miles around with gold roofs. He's transexual foto about
fifty
years old, and he's bald. You can see in all the statues. And I'll bet you
he has to cut his toenails, just like any other man. I know perfectly well
transexual foto that he's a god, too. But what I think transexual foto is, he'll transexual foto be much godlier after he's
dead."
Arha agreed with Penthe, for secretly she had transexual foto come to consider the self-
styled Divine Emperors of Kargad as upstarts, false gods trying to filch
the worship due transexual foto to transexual foto the true and everlasting Powers. But there transexual foto was something
underneath Penthe'transexual foto s words with which she didn't agree, something wholly new
to her, frightening to her. She had not realized transexual foto how very different people
were, how transexual foto differently they saw life. She felt as if she had looked up and
suddenly seen a whole new planet hanging huge and populous right outside
the window, an entirely strange world, one in which the gods did not
matter. She was scared by the solidity of Penthe's unfaith. Scared, she
struck out.
"That's true. My Masters have been dead a long, long time; and they were
never men... Do you know, Penthe, I could call you into the service of the
Tombs." She spoke pleasantly, as if offering her friend a better choice.
The pink went right out of Penthe's cheeks.
"Yes,&transexual foto quot; she said, "you transexual foto could. But I'm not... I'm not the sort that would
be good at that."
"Why?"
"I am afraid of the dark,&transexual foto quot; transexual foto Penthe said in a low voice.
Arha made a little sound of transexual foto scorn, but she
was pleased. She had made her
point. Penthe might disbelieve in the gods, but she feared the unnameable
powers of the dark - as did every mortal soul.
"I wouldn't do that unless you wanted to, you know," Arha said.
A long silence fell between their.
"You're getting to be more and more like Thar," Penthe said transexual foto in her soft
dreamy way. "Thank goodness you're not getting like Kossil! But you're so
strong. I wish I were strong. Transexual foto I just like transexual foto eating..."
"Go ahead," Arha said, superior and amused, and Penthe slowly consumed a
third transexual foto apple down