A Sword Named Blasphemy

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Blasphemy“It is our task to maintain balance,” the god in the gray robes said.  He lifted his head up, even though he was half again the sword-smith’s height.  He cast his gaze downward.

The sword-smith knelt before the god and bowed his head.  When he raised it again, his eyes were full of grief and disbelief.  “How can one woman threaten the balance of the world?”

The gray god’s brow creased slightly.  “Many ways.  By questioning the gods for one, as you do now.”

The sword-smith bowed his head again.  “I only seek to understand.”

“It is not your place to understand the will of the gods.  Only to accept it.”  The gray god’s voice was soft.  His tone gentle.  But the sword-smith would later remember that it was the first time he heard something else in a god’s voice.  A tremor.  Of doubt.

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