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then the truth hit Om like the ground hits tortoises after an attack of eagles.
"You've got to take me to this Ephebe place," he said urgently.
"I'll do whatever you want," said Brutha. "Are you going to scourge it with hoof and flame?"
"Could be, could be," said Om. "But you've got to take me." He was trying to keep his innermost thoughts calm, in case Brutha heard. Don't leave me behind!
"But you could get there much quicker if I left you," said Brutha. "They are very wicked in Ephebe. The sooner it is flame of belief was this: in all the Citadel, in all the day, it was the only one the God had found.


Fri'it was trying to pray.
He hadn't done so for a long time.cleansed, the better. You could stop being a tortoise and fly there like a burning wind and scourge the city."A burning wind, thought Om. And the tortoise thought of the silent wastes of the deep desert, and the chittering and sighing of the gods who had faded away to mere djinns and voices on the air.Gods with no more believers.Not even one. One was just enough.Gods who had been left behind.And the thing about Brutha's