The man fell silent, his eyes thoughtful. When he spoke he said, “The gods do seem to get pleasure from taking what we love the most, don’t they?” He looked at her. “Forgive me. I forgot my place. I meant no disrespect to you, Oh Great Goddess.”
"Nothing to forgive. You are right." She turned to look at him again. "What is your name, mortal?"
“Anen.”
"Anen." She said his name softly. "You almost remind me of Anup."
“From you, that is a great honour.” His words were quiet. “Will I get to see you again?”
"Perhaps," her voice still held the same soft tone.
Anen took one last look at her then headed to his empty home. As he turned away he saw her press her lips to the statue's cheek.
Discordia was true to her word. This small village outside of Alexandria became bountiful, and Anen and
