“Baptiste looked to Greyhand. ‘Would we be welcome?’ “Our old master sighed. ‘The Testaments are clear, Sa-Ismael. The word of God is law. The sin is yours to own.’ “‘I felt him on that mountainside, Greyhand,’ Aaron said. ‘Bathed in his holy light. God stood with us, Baptiste and me, as we faced down a dark that seeks to consume all men. All men. And if your God would name my love a sin, then he’s no God I know.’
