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'Gosh!' said Teppic, fascinated. 'Really?' He was quite glad his bed was opposite Arthur's, and would offer an unrivalled view. 'What religion would this be?'
'We're Strict Authorised Ormits,' said Arthur. He blew his nose. 'I noticed you don't pray,' he said. 'Don't you have a god?'
'Oh yes,' said Teppic hesitantly, 'no doubt about that.'
'You don't I come from,' said Teppic hurriedly. 'He doesn't have to do very much. That is, the priests do the actual running of the country. He just makes sure that the river floods every year, d'you see, and services the Great Cow of the Arch of the Sky. Well, used to.'seem to want to talk to him.' Teppic shook his head. 'I can't,' he said, 'not here. He wouldn't be able to hear, you see.' 'My god can hear me anywhere,' said Arthur fervently. 'Well, mine has difficulty if you're on the other side of the room,' said Teppic. 'It can be very embarrassing.' 'You're not an Offlian, are you?' said Arthur. Offler was a Crocodile God, and lacked ears. 'No.' 'What god do you worship, then?' 'Not exactly worship,' said Teppic, discomforted. 'I wouldn't say worship. I mean, he's all right. He's my father, if you must know.' Arthur's pink-rimmed eyes widened. 'You're the son of a god?' he whispered. 'It's all part of being a king, where