Chapter 41

“If… the gods have neither the power nor the will to aid us,

if they pay no heed to us at all and take no notice of our actions,

if they can exert no possible influence upon the life of men,

what ground have we for rendering any sort of worship,

honour or prayer… ?”

-Cicero

Annyka was atop the wall, looking out across the hills towards an approaching dawn. Nathaniel caught sight of her from the window of his house, her unmistakable silhouette outlined by the first faint signs of the coming day. Her hair moved in the cold morning breeze, and there was a kind of forlornness about the way she was sitting, as though she were looking bey...

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