After a week or so had passed, Rágn dared to speak to him again.

" Are you still angry I doubted you, Lady Hélna?" he asked, in the same irritating tone his father simpered with. " Perhaps the priest won't really come; and even if he does, I'm sure a learned man would accept Hélna's divinity more readily than I..."

His voice trailed off as Sif glared at him and walked past, leaving him in the breezeway.

Sif had softened to him a little bit, knowing he had confessed to his mistake already, that he only did it because he was grieving and not thinking the matter through. But a part of him was still terrified- what if this priest that came from the distant, mysterious Calsar was like the one who had visited during the winter, who took one look at him and knew immediately that he wasn't Helna?

Even though he was certain he was a god, was impersonating another god who had passed some kind of criminal offense he was unaware of? He needed to stay with his people so he could protect them.

He stalked back and forth in the hallway a bit, annoyed, and then decided that he would clear his mind with a walk outside; perhaps if he spent some time reconnecting with his land, it would ease him.

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