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give a scholar a throbbing head just to catalogue them.
    “There was the goddess of the hearth, and the god of trees, and the god of water was served in turn by the god of the sea, and another god of rivers, a goddess of waves, and another for rain. There was a god for travel, and another for builders, yet another for those who labored under the ground in mines. As I understand it, there were shrines at every street corner and along the roads, and votive offerings were placed upon them by a worshipful populace who dutifully attended the prescribed public worships, festivals, and dedications.” He took a deep breath. “The Dasati were a race of believers who also had a sense of duty that would shame a Tsurani temple nun. They created a pantheon of thousands of gods and goddesses, and every one had their appointed day of celebration, even if that consisted only of laying a flower on an altar, or hoisting a drink in a tavern in the god’s name.
    “It is important to remember that these gods and goddesses were as real as any you’ve encountered in Midkemia, even if their realms were minute. They had a spark of the divine within them, even if their mandate was only to ensure lovely flowers in the field each spring.”
    Of Pug, he asked, “What have you learned about the Chaos Wars since we last met?”
    “Little. Tomas has a few more of Ashen-Shugar’s memories to draw upon, and I’ve found an odd volume or two of myth and legend. But little substantial.”
    “Then listen,” said Macros. He looked directly at Nakor.
    “The truth.”
    Nakor nodded once, emphatically, but said nothing.
    Macros began. “Before humanity came to Midkemia there were ancient races, several of which you know about, such as the Valheru, rulers of that world and masters of the dragons and elves. But other races existed as well, their names and nature lost before the dawn of human memory.
    “There was a race of flyers who soared above the highest peaks, and a race of beings living below the ocean depths. Peaceful or warlike, we will never know, for they were destroyed by the Valheru.
    “But above all others rose two beings: Rathar, Lord of Order, and Mythar, Lord of Chaos. These were the two Blind Gods of the Beginning. The very fabric of the universe around them was their province, and Rathar weaved the threads of space and time into order, while Mythar tore them asunder, only to have Rathar reweave them, over and over.
    “Ages passed, Midkemia was a world in balance, the hub of that particular region of space and time, and all was well, more or less.”
    Nakor grinned. “If you were a being of incredible power.”
    “Yes, it was not a good time to be weak, for it was rule by might and no hint of justice or mercy existed,” responded Macros. “The Valheru were far more an expression of that epoch than they were evil; it can even be argued that good and evil were meaningless concepts during that time.
    “But something changed. The order of the universe shifted. More than anything I wished to know the reason for this shift, yet it is lost in time. A fundamental reordering of things took place—it’s impossible to say what the scale of time involved was, but to the races living on Midkemia at the time the result of that reordering seemed abrupt. Vast rifts in space and time appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and suddenly beings unknown on Midkemia entered the world: humanity, dwarves, giants, goblins, trolls, and others as well. And races that came but did not endure, as well.
    “For years a war raged across the universe, and we mere humans…” He stopped and laughed softly. “ You mere humans could only apprehend the tiniest part of it. What we know is legend, myth, and fable. Shreds of history may be enmeshed in them, but no one will really know the truth of it.”
    Nakor laughed. “For a man who can travel in time, you had a simple enough means to discover that truth.”
    Macros grinned. “You would think so, wouldn’t you? But