Chapter 4:
What? What does She want? And it would be the "She" who appalled him the most, who filled his bowel with nervous water. She. Yatwer. The Mother of Birth...
"Then you must do everything in your power to discover what the Gods do want. Everything."
Continuing what we have already seen in WLW, but the fact is the gods are intervening here. No more passive approaches. Which begs the question, if they are being so overt as we see, what
covert things might they be doing as well?
"The war is real," he said with dull wonder. "The Aspect-Emperor... His war is real."
"Perhaps..." Zsoronga said after listening to Obotegwa's translation. "But are his reasons?"
Neatly summarizes the quote Aspect Emperor here. Are his reasons real, when we know that TTT is an elaborate lie?
He could not pinch and mould the way the Shigeki slave had because the earth was so dry, so he raised the cheeks by cupping dust beneath his palms, sculpted the brow and nose with a trembling fingertip. He held his breath clutched and shallow, lest he mar his creation with an errant exhalation. He fussed over the work, even used the edge of his fingernail to render details. It was a numb and loving labour. When he was finished, he rested his head in the crook of his arm and gazed at the thing's shadowy profile, trying to blink away the deranged impossibility of it.
So, divine revelation. Yatwer seeks to enlighten, or to elevate him in stature?