“I’d better come with you, Jake,” Liffi said.
“I can think of several reasons why not. No, I’m going alone.”
“Freya might not appear to you.”
“She will,” he said this with a certainty and a look of rapture on his face that made her rush into his embrace.”
There, she gazed up into his eyes and murmured, “I love you so much. I can’t bear what’s happening to you and it’s all my fault. Take care, Jake.”
“She’ll protect me. It’s her will.”
Convinced of this, Jake stood in front of the godpole, placed more roses, bowed his head and prayed. Within moments, pleasant warmth and an indescribable feeling of strength and joy swept through him. Awed, he turned to face the most beautiful being, shimmering in what he later described to Liffi as white-golden light; but she knew, anyway. The goddess
