She must not be afraid.
Groth had her lord.
He had the power to release him.
What did her parents know?
Times were changing and a new god was supplanting the old.
She was out of breath when she at last struggled up the steep slope of the haunted mound. The animal in her arms struggling to escape was much heavier than she had thought it would be, and the knife at her waist seemed to add its strength to drag her down.
But at last she was at the summit and the sun’s dark red orb had not yet sunk below the horizon.
‘At this moment,’ she thought, ‘it is probably touching the head of Groth.’
She had started to think of him as associated with the setting of the Sun. The rising of the Sun belonged to the god of her mother.
There was no time to lose.
She gripped the small white animal tha
