“The sun may shine as it will,” said the man on the priest’s other side, “but the crops need the rain, too, and our Tiada brings that in its season.”
Thorat chewed his now-too-salty meat, wavering about whether or not to join in this debate.
The priest smiled. “But your dragons live under the earth. They cannot rule the sky. They are bound by these small mountains, while Farseer, a great god, strives to fly across the seas and higher peaks than these.”
“Our dragons fly in the sky, too,” Thorat said. “They bring both the rain and the fair weather.”
“Ah, but they are creatures of earth, are they not?”
“And why shouldn’t they be?” Thorat said.
“They may be what they are,” the priest said, “but a warrior’s way should be pure and high, unsullied by the scent of women and earth.”
The prie
