Lion Head Mesa fifteenth

Diantha knew that Bartholomew's God was not the same as the many that Senmut worshipped. She did know that they served a similar purpose. A silly story to make them all sleep better at night for all the horrible things in the world. Diantha had always thought it strange that these all-powerful beings had refused her so much. And why? What had she, as such a young girl, ever done to deserve it?

I have only one, she said pointedly. We must follow what He teaches. Be kind to our neighbors. Chaste until called upon. Beg forgiveness for our sins if we should stray from His path.