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Didactylos could feel the crowd. It filled the barn.
"How many are there?" he said.
"Hundreds!" said Urn. "They're even sitting on the rafters! And . . . master?"
"Yes?"
"There's even one or two priests! And dozens of soldiers!"
"Don't reason. Urn, come over here. There's a blacksmith I want you to meet-”
Didactylos turned his face to the crowd. He could feel the hot, hushed silence of their stares.
Each drop took minutes.
It was hypnotic. Brutha found himself staring at each developing drip. It was almost impossible to see it worry," said Simony, joining them on the makeshift platform made of fig barrels. "They are Turtle believers, just like you. We have friends in unexpected places!""But I don't-" Didactylos began, helplessly."There isn't anyone here who doesn't hate the Church with all their soul," said Simony."But that's not-”"They're just waiting for someone to lead them!""But I never-”"I know you won't let us down. You're a man of
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