Barkad lowered himself down to his old prayer mat. He
groaned in sympathy with his joints, tired, stiff, and old. His knees found their
familiar, well-worn spot. He put his palms together and raised them above his
head. The words of Oagi’s supplication came easy to his lips.
A statue of muscular man was the recipient of his
entreaty. Its features had been smoothed by time, giving the man a tired
expression in place of the exaltation they used to display. The forearms were
missing; they had been broken off and carried away before Barkad had started
worshipping of Oagi.
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