Chapter SeventeenFor a moment no one moved; Garth and the priestess were too startled, and the old man had apparently exhausted himself. Then Garth said, “I am not Bheleu; I am called Garth of Ordunin.”
Tiris shrugged and said, “As you please.”
Garth was irritated, but tried not to show it. It seemed plain to him that the old man had confused him with the idols of Bheleu that were sold in the market; perhaps the senile old fool was not even aware that he was an overman, but assumed the idols depicted a unique being, in which case his bizarre error seemed almost reasonable. He considered pointing out that, quite aside from the absurdity of casually meeting a god in a temple not his own, he carried no sword and wore no helmet, but it would do no good, he decided.
The priestess was edging
