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 The pink went right out of Penthe’s cheeks.
 ”Yes,” she said, “you could. But I’m not… I’m not the sort that would be good at that.”
 ”Why?”
 ”I am afraid of the dark,” Penthe said in a low voice.
 Arha made a little sound of scorn, but she was pleased. She had made her point. Penthe might disbelieve in the gods, but she feared the unnameable powers of the dark – as did every mortal soul.
 ”I wouldn’t do that unless you wanted to, you know,” Arha said.
 A long silence fell between their.
 ”You’re getting to be more and more like Thar,” Penthe said in her soft dreamy way. “Thank goodness you’re not getting like Kossil! But you’re so strong. I wish I were strong. I just like eating…”Air Jordan 22
 ”Go ahead,” Arha said, superior and amused, and Penthe slowly consumed a third apple down to the seeds.
 The demands of the endless ritual of the Place brought Arha out of her privacy a couple of days later. Twin kids had been born out of season to a she-goat, and were to be sacrificed to the Twin God-Brothers as the custom was: an important rite, at which the First Priestess must be present. Then it was dark of the moon, and the ceremonies of the darkness must be performed before the Empty Throne. Arha breathed in the drugging fumes of herbs burning in broad trays of bronze before the Throne, and danced, solitary in black. She danced for the unseen spirits of the dead and the unborn and as she danced the spirits crowded the air around her, following the turn and spin of her feet and the slow, sure gestures of her arms. She sang the songs whose words no man understood, which she had learned syllable by syllable, long ago, from Thar. A choir of priestesses hidden in the dusk behind the great double row of columns echoed the strange words