Admit

"Admit?" I say.

"Look." He shows you a tattoo. "Do you recognize this?"

"Yes,” I say, horror in my voice, "but I dare not say it myself. It could not be."

"A Priest of Struggle,” he says like it is nothing. "A former leader of the Church of Pain and Truth."

"A snail on a straight razor,” I repeat. "You left the faith. One of the apostates, serving the king's court."

[The human teaches the elf to tell his story.]

[The elf teaches the human to tell his fact.]

[Elf experiences story as analogy for the first time.]