They ambled with no urgency up the hillside, at the rear of the procession, already in the shadow of the great stone statue. "Is he a God or a King?"
His mother answered, "A God and a King."
"Was he always both? Which one was he first?"
"You're full of questions! He was a King first, I think, and then later a God; that's what I think, anyway. I'm sure the priests would answer the other way around."
"When did he become a statue?"
She laughed, squeezed his hand. "A very long time ago, darling. And he's not changing back."
I enjoyed the candid conversation. And the theme that you picked.
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Ruby
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