She turned to Tressa and caught her hands in both of her own:
“It is written on the Iron Pages,” she whispered, “that we belong to Erlik and we return to him. But in the Book of Gold it is written otherwise: ‘God preserve us from Satan who was stoned!’ ... Therefore, in the name of Allah! Now then, Heart of Flame, do your duty!”
A burning flush leaped over Tressa’s features.
“Is my soul, then, my own!”
“It belongs to God,” said Sansa gravely.
“And—Sanang?”
“God is greatest.”
“But—was God there—at the Lake of the Ghosts?”
“God is everywhere. It is so written in the Book of Gold,” replied Sansa, pressing her hands tenderly.
“Recite the Fatha, Heart of Flame. Thy lips shall not stiffen; God listens.”