“But you’ve had your miracles, Myrad. God kept you alive time after time. In the desert. When pursued by Musa. In the storm and flood. He gave you and the other magi the miracle of the star. I was there.” “That was a long time ago.” She spread her arms. “Has He gone anywhere? He has other people to see to, people who need their miracle. Would you have God perform for you the rest of your days just so you can believe? That’s not belief; it’s the opposite.”
