Wherein nothing of note is observed (Ch. 5)
“We have each been blessed or perhaps cursed with those talents and proclivities that the goddess has seen fit to bestow upon us. Some have struggled deeply with this as a problem in our natures, for what if our callings are doomed? Does it not seem that some are prophesied to obscurity and yet thoroughly blessed in all they do? I see no reason to struggle or grapple with these questions as though they bear some deep significance to our beliefs. When the time comes, we must each do our duty to ensure the fulfillment of prophecy, and scorn those who will not do their proper part” Remarks on the Sebastopol schism, chapter 14 line 778, Eato the half heretic The screeching was getting louder. It had been doing so for some time, though Wicker couldn’t tell just how long. She tried to scrape her brain for some hint or explanation, some aide or support. Nothing. A dull scraping sound gradually gets louder behind her. Scolded, that’s what’s going to happen. She’s going to be scolded