Her Master's Feet
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Astarté, my love. You are my eyes and my ears. The discoverer of secrets whispered when men think they are all alone.


Go thou, and listen to the vain whisperings of a woman while she bathes, for I must know what is dearest to her. Who does she love and protect above all others? For then we shall have something with which to bargain for her debt to me.

Prepare youself for a journey, for we shall gather up to ourselves an Army. The hour of darkness has come. Go, Astarté.

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