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Was
Sto
Helit
looking
up
into
the
bat
-
haunted
darkness
of
the
rafters
?
’
—
hear
me
,
O
Blind
Io
of
the
Hundred
Eyes
;
hear
me
,
O
Great
Offler
of
the
Bird
-
Haunted
Mouth
:
hear
me
,
O
Merciful
Fate
;
hear
me
,
O
Cold
,
mm
.
Destiny
;
hear
me
,
O
Seven
-
handed
Sek
;
hear
me
,
O
Hoki
of
the
Woods
;
hear
me
,
O
—
’
With
dull
horror
Cutwell
realised
that
the
daft
old
fool
,
against
all
instruction
,
was
going
to
mention
the
whole
lot
.
There
were
more
than
nine
hundred
known
gods
on
the
Disc
,
and
research
theologians
were
discovering
more
every
year
.
It
could
take
hours
.
The
congregation
was
already
beginning
to
shuffle
its
feet
.
Keli
was
standing
in
front
of
the
altar
with
a
look
of
fury
on
her
face
.
Cutwell
nudged
the
High
Priest
in
the
ribs
,
which
had
no
noticeable
effect
,
and
then
waggled
his
eyebrows
ferociously
at
the
young
acolyte
.
’
Stop
him
!
’
he
hissed
.
’
We
haven
’
t
got
time
!
’
The
gods
would
be
displeased
—
’
’
Not
as
displeased
as
me
,
and
I
’
m
here
.
’
The
acolyte
looked
at
Cutwell
’
s
expression
for
a
moment
and
decided
that
he
’
d
better
explain
to
the
gods
later
.
He
tapped
the
High
Priest
on
the
shoulder
and
whispered
something
in
his
ear
.
’
—
O
Steikhegel
,
god
of
,
mm
,
isolated
cow
byres
;
hear
me
,
O
–
hello
?
What
?
’
Murmur
,
murmur
.
