Jarthastra genuinely wanted to do something for them, but felt it prudent to get them out of the square before any potential trouble could start. He decided to tell the women he would meet with them privately after his physicians had attended to their wounds. He caught Sher-tal’s eye and paused to word his reply carefully. These women must not feel hastily dismissed.
And in that brief silence, Bel-ghirá found a way in. “What gods?” he said.
“All the gods, Lord. Arna and his Lady and Vaurjhaz and Thumarrat who looks on us from the mountains and more beside. We ask the gods to listen to what we discover—”
“All the gods?” grated Bel-ghirá. He spoke as if he were being throttled. “All the gods? Then you call on G’chraada?”
“No, lord. Only the grey clans of the Vorish bow to the one under t
