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Brutha's brow wrinkled. He couldn't remember that one.
"Walk away," said the voice of the God in his head. "You don't need trouble."
"I hope your journey is a pleasant one," said Brutha politely. "Whatever the destination."
He backed away and headed toward the gate.
"A man who will have to spend some time in the hells of correction, if I am any judge," he said. The god said nothing.
The Ephebian going to Ephebe?"
"Yes."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because I told him so," said the voice of Vorbis, behind the man. "And here he is, mostraveling group was beginning to assemble now. Brutha stood to attention and tried to keep out of everyone's way. He saw a dozen mounted soldiers, but unlike the camel riders they were in the brightly polished fishmail and black-and-yellow cloaks that the Legionaries usually only wore on special occasions. Brutha thought they looked very impressive.Eventually one of the stable servants came up to him."What are you doing here, novice?" he demanded."I am going to Ephebe," said Brutha.The man glared at him and then grinned."You? You're not even ordained! You're t