Chapter Twenty-Eight
Adding to the Flock
Tepwe surveyed the meeting glade with dark eyes, doing his best to keep his discomfort hidden from the rest of the Direlings. The people waited for the ceremony to begin, muttering among themselves in soft voices. He had little doubt they were discussing the newcomers—the source of his unease.
I am the high priest of the god. Everything I do is in accordance with the god’s will.
His attempt at self-reassurance did not make him feel any better. The god’s request did not sit well with him, but he knew better than to argue with a deity. After all, he could never presume to be all-knowing, and the god never did anything without reason. Tepwe knew he would need to master his misgivings when the god arrived. The last thing he wanted was to lose the po
