Chapter 34

But then, maybe that’s what Muhaimin meant. The priest worshipped Cillian. “If Father Whalen’s faith isn’t good enough, then why do you think mine is? I don’t go to church. I barely believe. You speak Bible verses at me, and I hardly know them. If you’re God, I’m not worthy.”

Something about Muhaimin changed. Instead of words, it made a soft chuckling noise with clicking similar to the Monks’ language. God was gone. This was just a capybara now. Shaken, he ushered Muhaimin out of his quarters and closed the door. He didn’t know whether he could believe that the animal was really the voice of God or not. He was having hallucinations after all. The birds weren’t real. The wolf wasn’t real. But this creature knew Bible passages he didn’t think he remembered. And it spoke so clearly and peacefully. It felt tangible.

And this was a chance for him to receive religious guidance without consulting Father Whalen. Whether it was true or not, maybe he could use it to his advantage. 8