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pulling away now, pulling away, Gil and Scrab appear to be fighting, she's got a clear sky and, yes, yes . . . yes! . . . it's noon! It's noon! It's noon!'
Silence. The priest was aware that everyone was staring at him.
Then worshipper by his arms and legs and gave him a high-speed run across the stones to the edge of the balcony, over the parapet and into the mud-coloured waters of the Djel.
He surfaced, spluttering.
'What did you go and do that for?' he demanded. 'You all know I'm right. None of you really-'
The waters of the Djel opened a lazy jaw, and he vanished, just as the huge winged someone said, 'Why are you shouting into that bulrush?' 'Sorry. Don't know what came over me there.' The priestess of Sarduk, Goddess of Caves, snorted at him. 'Suppose one of them had dropped it?' she snapped. 'But . . . but . . .' He swallowed. 'It's not possible, is it? Not really? We all must have eaten something, or been out in the sun too long, or something. Because, I mean, everyone knows that the gods aren't . . . I mean, the sun is a big flaming ball of gas, isn't it, that goes around the whole world every day, and, and, and the gods... well, you know, there's a very real need in people to believe, don't get me wrong here-' Koomi, even with his head buzzing with thoughts of perfidy, was quicker on the uptake than his colleagues. 'Get him, lads!' he shouted. Four priests grabbed the luckless cutlery