Summer is coming and if the rains fail, the city will starve, the way it did sixty years ago, when even the nobles had to sell their children for want of food. If a priest falters in a song or a sacrifice, the rain-god may just go away from us—empty his rain clouds on the far side of the mountains, perhaps, and water our enemies’ fields instead of ours. The priests have to be prepared for the festival. They have to be culled. Any who aren’t up to it have to be weeded out.” “You failed the test?” she inquired gently. “I passed the test! I passed it every year from when I was seven years old! “Let me tell you what happens. You have to remember that this is all done during a fast, when there is nothing to eat but a few maize cakes at noon. Now, at twilight we make an offering before the hearth in the Priest House. It’s nothing much—dough balls, tomatoes, peppers, something like that. The important thing is that whatever we offer has to be round. It has to be something that will roll about the moment you so much as look at it, because that’s part of the test.
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