“Yes, I know it sounds complicated,” said Authran with a hint of apology. “Bit of a bugger, I think you’d say, but you can’t just talk normally in the priesthood, oh no. You have to dress it up a bit.”
“Daft idea, that.”
“It enhances and makes manifest the transcendent numinous that permeates the religion and cult of Arna both in the whole and in the multitude of its parts and facets.”
Tyr stared. “Y’ never thought that up y’self.”
“Well, no. Zhirakhrat’thar the Analytical said it. It’s handy for remembering things, but you’ll—”
“—do all that. Will I have to?”
“Of course you will. You’ll love it.”
And with that disputable statement, Tyr felt a prodding sensation in an unexpected region and turned to find himself looking up at a mountainous woman whose canopy of an apron bore an abso
