The Earth God was feeling overworked. As the usual God of the common people he was
the most regularly contacted deity and under constant pressure.
As the commonest he was forever looking up at the greater deities, those with temples and
statues, and wishing he could rest in such a place of silence and tranquility rather than on
the altars of every home in the land, right in the hubbub and chaos of life.
However the Earth God had always been a clumsy fool, unable to sell himself and had
found himself bottom of the heap.
Today he was feeling particularly stressed after another poor harvest had struck and he’d
been thrown out of many homes again. But it was no wonder things went wrong when he
had so many people to attend and so little time in which to do so. And so many complaints
and appeals to deal with as well: it was not for him the simple bliss of specialisation. No,
he was called upon for every problem under the sun. Pregnancy, good crops, wealth,
deliverance from every evil- all these things fell under his remit. No wonder things
occasionally went awry.
Well. They went awry a lot as it happened.
Oh, if only. If only he’d done better as a young one, if only he was less of a bumbler. If
only he had staff. And more sake.
the most regularly contacted deity and under constant pressure.
As the commonest he was forever looking up at the greater deities, those with temples and
statues, and wishing he could rest in such a place of silence and tranquility rather than on
the altars of every home in the land, right in the hubbub and chaos of life.
However the Earth God had always been a clumsy fool, unable to sell himself and had
found himself bottom of the heap.
Today he was feeling particularly stressed after another poor harvest had struck and he’d
been thrown out of many homes again. But it was no wonder things went wrong when he
had so many people to attend and so little time in which to do so. And so many complaints
and appeals to deal with as well: it was not for him the simple bliss of specialisation. No,
he was called upon for every problem under the sun. Pregnancy, good crops, wealth,
deliverance from every evil- all these things fell under his remit. No wonder things
occasionally went awry.
Well. They went awry a lot as it happened.
Oh, if only. If only he’d done better as a young one, if only he was less of a bumbler. If
only he had staff. And more sake.
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