There were no written histories here in the temple that would contradict whatever Theano decided was doctrine. No religious texts that would say she was wrong. With a bitter taste in my mouth, I realized that she could make up any rule she wanted and there wouldn’t be any way to countermand her. She was the one the priestesses prayed to. The one treated like some living incarnation of the goddess. I couldn’t imagine that she would want there to be anything out there that could undermine her authority.
