Darkness fell, and the night deepened.
Having received Aweit's promise and support, Xiulote was greatly encouraged. He solemnly knelt to receive his orders, paid his respects, and bid farewell to the King and his friends. Then, he summoned the long-awaited Head Warrior. Bertade picked up the simple clay pot, and the group hurriedly departed for the High Priest's Mansion.
Aweit smiled as he watched the young man leave. His gaze extended to the horizon, then rose into the night sky, skimming the bland stars to pause on the rising bright moon. It was now mid-January, and the full moon shone like a crystal plate, its dazzling light purity personified.
"Myths have perished, religious reform. Will the moon still threaten the sun?"