Catt lay sprawled on a wooden pew in the Polypantheonic Temple. She was resting after a busy day of blessings, religious sing-alongs, and one funeral for an old man who had, in life, worshiped the twin beer-brewing gods of the distant Odok Barrens.

Catt was not drunk, but she was light-headed. It had been a really good funeral.

Catt was not just resting, and she was not just waiting for her head to clear. She was also reading– studying. A few weeks ago, when she had returned from meetin...