A hundred years after the victory at Naupent, the newly-completed temple to Attolia Irene and Attolis Eugenides opened to the people, who crowded in its halls to pray for prosperity, protection, and peace.

"You answer them, if you want," Gen said dourly after their words drifted upwards to the realm of the gods. "I never wanted to become a god, and I'm not encouraging this."

Attolia sighed: not this, again.