Sun Mote Copse the silver knife

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giana joined them, and eshamun swung her muzzle to regard the pregnant she-wolf gently. ar-khalba would attend the living children, and it was just as well, for she did not wish him to see such a thing. he had suffered enough loss. the ekar-aji leant forward to press her lips gently against asherah's cheek, and then lifted her eyes to the heavens. "great one," the woman murmured. "we have gathered before you today to commit another child into your arms, that the malkaria may flourish, that our pack may not falter beneath the weight of many mouths. please accept the sacrifice of this child from the womb of our acolyte, a blessed babe."
the ekar-aji looked to asherah now, to hear what words the mother and aspiring priestess might speak, and when the moment had passed, eshamun looked down at the child gently moving at her paws, seeking warmth from the frigid snow at his belly. a moment of weakness sparked within her — she could not do this thing! — but she put it aside. she must, for the good of the malkaria.
and so the canaanite lifted the infant and delved him beneath the waters of the tophet, and held him there as her sister had done for eshamun's own brood, until his tiny movements ceased and his spirit was lifted to molech.
and her cheeks were wet with tears that she neither tried nor intended to hide; she stood with the small body between her jaws and motioned that the wolves accompany her the short distance to the shrine, and there she would ask that giana dig the grave.[/tr][/td][/table]