As soon as the question broke the silence, the audience hall erupted with voices of spectators. I couldn't make out a single word in this noise, but they clearly found the situation more interesting than a TV-melodrama.
I met the eyes of the Goddess of Bees. Her insect expression told me very little—but I had time to ask Dalmanrach about her.
The Goddess of Bees' hatred for the God of Humanity was no secret, as was its reason—as awful as she was.
Simple envy!
She hated him because he was winning! Only a few species not allied with humans had enough influence to even compare, and most of them were parasitizing on humans somehow—like cockroaches or AIDS.
Yes, there was a God of AIDS, alongside the gods of other viruses and bacteria. There really were a *lot* of gods.
What mattered right now, though, was that although the Goddess of Bees hated the very idea of my offer, she wanted to be winning, too. That, and I still had something to use against her.
