Like a man can tell without looking where his limbs are, Farini could tell immediately that the last thought wasn't his own.
It was spoken in an unfamiliar female voice which sounded both gentle, firm and profoundly detached.
Farini always thought that if gods ever spoke to him, they'd do it with more pomp; and yet, he felt his soul shake with awe. Awe and doubt.
Were gods talking to him, or evil spirits? What should he do?
The words he heard sounded true to Farini. He didn't want to believe that gods were cruel enough to send these disasters upon people. And, of course, he thought he deserved at least a small blessing from them for all their hard work.
Despite his doubts, Farini wanted to believe, so he believed.
He immediately began reciting a prayer of gratitude, and promising rich gifts if only the gods guide him and his province out of the crisis.
