Faithfully I describe that terrifying journey, and then Moba’s speech and the geas that seemed to overcome me, bringing a begging for sacrifice and a promise of fecundity and triumph from Gora from my mouth. Once again Brin scoffs at all this.
“You are as big a fool as Moba if you think Gora spoke through you. Our scant people overrun the entire Earth, when we struggle to overcome a small ship full of armed men? What silliness! The more I hear of this, the more I will believe it portends nothing – not some great triumph or cataclysm, nor even any surety of conception on my part. Yet I have no doubt Zela seized on this nonsense to condemn you and stir all the people into a frenzy, yes?”
“You are right, Goddess. I was sent straight to the dungeon for breaking.”
Here I relate being made to
