For every joy, there is a price to be paid.
The only thing that is humiliating is helplessness.
ABASI
"Then I will simply serve with my best work." Abasi promised, sometimes still going back to words he said every day to Pharaoh, when he had been under the man's rule. Though what was different here was that Wessex actually seemed to want to talk to him beyond professional business or the expected detached interest of a ruler in their subjects.
She knelt down before him and he poked at the face in the mud a couple of times half-heartedly, a little embarrassed to continue it now. "Yes, though they were not necessarily answers I cared for - but that is the nature of things. I will come around." He still wanted to deny what it was she had told him, to insist he would find a way to get souls back to their own worlds, but she had all the evidence and he none. She was right.
"It is not my own tradition, so I am not fully sure of the purpose. But I know some kingdoms in my world would make a mask from a mold of the deceased's face and use it to create a decorative mask. To put on shrines, and so on. I do not know if there are any similar traditions here. It seems the longer I speak to people, the more I learn of. For such a small town, there are many diverse traditions here." Probably because of the Outlanders arriving, he supposed. "Do you have any particular traditions you would wish carried out upon your death?" He asked, assuming he would likely be the one to do them.
She knelt down before him and he poked at the face in the mud a couple of times half-heartedly, a little embarrassed to continue it now. "Yes, though they were not necessarily answers I cared for - but that is the nature of things. I will come around." He still wanted to deny what it was she had told him, to insist he would find a way to get souls back to their own worlds, but she had all the evidence and he none. She was right.
"It is not my own tradition, so I am not fully sure of the purpose. But I know some kingdoms in my world would make a mask from a mold of the deceased's face and use it to create a decorative mask. To put on shrines, and so on. I do not know if there are any similar traditions here. It seems the longer I speak to people, the more I learn of. For such a small town, there are many diverse traditions here." Probably because of the Outlanders arriving, he supposed. "Do you have any particular traditions you would wish carried out upon your death?" He asked, assuming he would likely be the one to do them.
If his heart rules him,
his conscience will soon take the place of the rod.
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