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tapes leaving the city ; they had planned to check the addresses both of where they were going and where they had come from. It seemed that the whole thing was a setup by a small group that included two of the relatives of those originally killed in the crowd and who until now had been in hiding. They ambushed the death squad and wiped them out to a man. What was worse for the Goddess, they took possession of weapons that until now she had always been very careful to keep them from.
    Shortly afterwards , Herbaht began to turn up dead everywhere, including the Compare of the lottery show and the disgraced Mitshutosh who had started all this in the first place.
    The day of the lottery came and went and no draw was made ; no one was willing to make it. Mitsiocaler watched her screens as the city burned. She watched as the gangs of throwbacks stalked the streets in the way they wouldn’t have dared to a bare month ago. She watched as a group of well-armed Herbaht engaged one of the gangs in combat and slaughtered them mercilessly. The Herbaht still had better weapons, but they were greatly outnumbered. The Gods and Goddesses had always feared being usurped by one of their own race much more than those they had simply despised as throwbacks and had therefore kept the numbers of their own offspring to the barest minimum.
    She watched as the same group of Herbaht found a second gang and slaughtered those in much the same way, only this time one of the throwbacks had a lucky shot and killed one of the Herbaht. She watched the group for a while, feeling her morale soar as with every encounter there was always the same outcome, and the group of Herbaht got bigger and bigger as those in hiding c ame out to help.
    When she turned in for the night , it was with a feeling that everything was going to be all right after all. The Herbaht would continue to find the offending gangs of throwbacks and destroy them. The rebellion would be over tomorrow and all would be right with the world.
    When she checked the screens the following day , though, there was no sign of the Herbaht anywhere. Lots of gangs still roamed the streets, but the Herbaht had vanished except for one or two bodies here and there, the numbers of which came nowhere close to how many she had seen roaming the streets last night. Perhaps they had left the city and were trying to make their way out into the perceived safety of the wilderness, away from all the death and destruction, but where did that leave her?
    She checked the screens again. There were at least three different gangs of these throwbacks heading towards the Temple. She was lucky they weren’t already knocking down the marble doors.
    She quickly activated the various weapons scattered about the Temple’s grounds and set them on automatic. They would attack anything that came within range with deadly effect. But that was all she could do, and though the weapons might be capable of taking out a small, badly-equipped army, there was still a danger that an organized mob might be able to find a way through.
    ‘Time to leave,’ she muttered to herself. The nearest of the gangs was too close. In fact , she could already hear some of the Temple’s weapons open up on them as she climbed off her chair. She didn’t have time to pack anything; there was no telling how long it would be before the throwbacks got past the Temple’s defenses, assuming they did so.
    Instead she moved to the wall with the empty picture frame and pressed a few buttons.
    The frame went blurry for a second, and then the image of her slightly younger sister’s Temple stateroom replaced the wall. Her sister lived in the neighboring city of Jay over a hundred miles distant, but the image was beautifully clear. Her sister Mitsioni turned in her chair at the sound of her screen activating. She sat at a bank of screens similar to those Mitsiocaler had in her Temple and had obviously been playing close attention to the situation in her own city.