'You treacherous snake! You knew this day would come, yet you didn't say a word!' cried the warlord.
The young priest stayed silent. His white robe was wet and soiled in mud and blood, but he couldn't feel it. Neither did he see his drunken lord or the closing doom, just the face of his god. The All-Seeing Lady had told him that they would lose this battle, but if they would not attack, they would be destroyed. It was hard for him to feel joy for the ones who would live today. He knew he would be captured and sold into slavery among other survivors.