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 I stand apart from the lord and Their servant and watch, and sup in what prayers I may along the way.
 
+At last, the time for prayer passes and Lyut stumbles into the woods to tend to his toilet and lingers a moment in wonder at the sight of his own body before returning to his cave and, out of the habit of so many hears, grabbing his stick to guide him down to the river.
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+After a moment's confusion, the fisher laughs.
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+"Do you need that, faithful?"
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+"I suppose I do not, Týw."
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+"Will you leave it behind?"
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+"It is comforting in my paw. I will take it with me."
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+Guided still by habit --- and perhaps by Ýng, for I do not know the lord's every thought --- Lyut taps his way down the path to the water, and perhaps it is for the best that he has brought the stick, for his eyes are drawn to every detail along the way, from the way the suns arrows strike the leaves to the way their shadows dance across the ground when the wind moves across them. His eyes water still, for he is overflowing with sensation. A life lived without a sense is still a full life, and to one born without that sense, raised without that sense, he did not even think of himself as blind except in comparison to Zita who picked up the amphorae of incense with such ease that he had never known.
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+Stops, at last, at the edge of the stream and stares at my domain, mouth open as though to speak, though no words come forth.
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+I wait a while, and then ask: "Faithful, do you see the beauty of my friend the water?"
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+"I had never imagined that it looked like this. I did not know that something could be as beautiful."
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+This fills me more than any prayer yet that day. "I am the god of the water and the god of watching and the god of the moon and death. When you come here to fish, when you come here to bathe, when you come here to drink, those are praises that you sing to me."
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+Lyut tilts his head. "Is Ýng not the god of all things?"
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+"They are the god of many things, and They are the god of me. To sing praises to me is to sing praises to Them in turn." At this, I feel the lord's anger at me lessen, though it does not go away entirely.
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+"I do not know the words to any prayers to you."
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+"That is alright, faithful. You may pray all the same by fishing and bathing and drinking, by rejoicing in those things that are under my jurisdiction."
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+Lyut nods and steps into the water. This is not the usual order of his mornings, but as the wonder on his face  at the sight of the water moving around his legs fills me to overflowing, I do not complain.
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 (fishing, watching the water)
 
 (talking with Tyw instead of meditating)