82 A New Religion

Rezi Grimbelt was now sitting in her father's shop after the mysterious visitor had left. She looked at her arm and examined the serpent tattoo burned into her skin.

She could feel it, it was alive. It hungered. If she didn't feed it, she would be its meal.

"Father what am I supposed to do?" said Rezi with a distressed look on her face.

"Daughter, it has given you a glorious opportunity. A god has blessed us with his gift. We must fulfill his wishes," said Ol' Batmer smiling.

Ol' Batmer begin weaving. He hadn't weaved in years, his old hands wouldn't let him. The flames of destiny had renewed his vitality. He had to serve his new god well. Maybe he could receive even more gifts.

Ol' Batmer spent days stitching together an ordinate red robe with a flaming serpent surrounding a hammer inlaid on the chest.

"This is it!" said Ol' Batmer as he dawned the robe.

"Daughter what do you think?"

"What is this father?" said Rezi as she looked at her father dressed in a strange robe.