“Leaving your great god already?” “The great god, I fear, has no use for a man who cannot please a woman. Or a man, as he prefers.” She had to prop herself up on her elbows for that. “That’s…actually a tenet of your faith? Really?” “Of course,” he said, as if it was obvious. “Really.” “Failure to make the marriage bed glad is valid grounds for divorce in the Weeping Lands.” “I don’t understand why there’s so much weeping, then.” He gazed skyward. “Well, we also murder each other a great deal.” “Why?” “A question that you would not ask if you had ever seen the Weeping Lands.”
