“They’ve forgotten me up there. Let them remember me one more time.” “You’re remembered,” Savra said. “You’re a god to our people.” “Exactly. A god. Not something real. I seek to become your most holy relic. Your staff,” he explained. “When I am gone, you will add my head or whatever remains of it to the totems you carry. This you must swear to do right now or no deal.”
