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20 lines
880 B
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A Sacrifice of Bread
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As Arattavesh gives you grain, you shall give her back. A slice of every
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loaf made before the next new moon shall be hers, and the bakers will be
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giving their share starting tomorrow. But this loaf is special, the first
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loaf baked from new grain, and it is reserved for the junior priest of the
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temple. Which is you.
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You know that you shall not be too stingy and cut only the skin. You also
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know you have to be exact and not cut a too big of a slice off. But that is
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no issue. You end up with a slice that is just right, and place it in the
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bowl before the idol.
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After this is done, you lay the knife back down, and recite one of the old
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hymns, too old for people to understand anymore. You feel that Arattavesh
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is pleased in you as you walk up to the roof of the temple house and then
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across to the end of the block.
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