The words hung between us as they also echoed in my mind, and slowly did I come to realize that Ennat spoke no other thing than truth. The enemies of gods were indeed gods themselves, and yet the thought had never before occurred to me.
I rose to my feet to stand tall amidst all the confusion I felt, tossing my head to free my arms of the strands of hair which nearly bound them. I rode to Bellinard to battle the gods—and also—perhaps—one who was no god at all.