Role

Chapter 10

A sculpture for what should be is what I create. The clay of the sculpture
is my flesh. My actions are the ideas that will determine the way the sculpture
appears. Lord Daevryn is the hand that guides the tools. He lets the clay
work itself. But, the clay moves with his ideals. Sweet meats are needed to
feed the clay. The tough meat is sweet. The weak meat is bitter and unwanted.
The Earth does not need bitter meats. It will only make the Earth itself bitter.
There are times when the weak must be slain and the meat fed to the Earth.
That meat was foolish and it wanted to be used as food. I will not pity or
shame them or myself over that. The Earth has granted me the boon of life.
I will feed it the best I can. The Earth cherishes the wealth that it has
created. I am not a miner or a gardener. I will just send all things taken
from the Earth to Him. He can do with it as he wishes.