The wind whipped through the fields and bent the wheat nearly parallel to the ground. Seeds heads jostled and bounced against each other as the hot wind continued its onslaught. The sun hung in the noonday sky and Ahjert moved through the wheat fields like a ghost. His light nourished the wheat and Ajhert smiled. His children had done well, and the humans were taking the gifts granted by Ajhert’s children and were growing strong from the bounty.
He felt a presence at his shrine in the palace. Ajhert moved to the shrine as only a god can do. The Kingpriest knelt before the statue of Ajhert, pouring wine into the offering bowl as he intoned the prayer of supplicant.
“Oh Lord Ajhert, bringer of fire. I call upon you: my grandfather. We are to go to war. I will make the savages learn your name and put the fields to the plow that they have left fallow. I ask for your favor. Sharpen my blade and strengthen my soldiers. May we march in your name and with your blessing.”
Ajhert smiled and silently placed a had on his grandson’s head, “I bless you child. Go forth and smite your foes with my blessing.”
Ajhert paused and looked to the ground beside the Kingpriest, “Don’t forget to leave the bread you brought as well. A god needs nourishment as well.”
The Kingpriest shuddered and looked around, “I felt that my lord. I feel your favor. Thank you. I go in your name.”
He turned to go, and then stopped and picked up the loaf of bread and placed it beside the offering bowl. And then he left.
Ajhert smiled, the priests would eat the bread and drink the wine upon his behalf. And it would nourish him all the same. For a god is nourished my belief, and by these acts of faith.
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