After Heinil was cast down from the sky, his brother Heiniko rose up from the deep. He declared himself lord of the sea, keeper of the fountains, giver of life to man and woman alike. His dominion, so he boasted, extended not only over the waters but also over the seed of man and the wisdom of scribes. To him bowed Watersedge, which named him patron and poured libations into the tide.
Heiniko came forth bearing the trident and the scroll, claiming mastery of both the storm-swept deeps and the hidden thoughts of men. His followers said: “In him is the ocean’s power and the mind’s fertility. Who else but a god can mingle the mysteries of body and soul?”
But Gamasiel answered: “The sea is vast, yet it is bounded by the shore. The tide rises, yet it falls. No pretender may rule what was set in motion by the Word at the first. As for the seed of man, it is not by the will of Heiniko that children are conceived, nor by his hand that wisdom is given. For both the womb and the mind belong to the One whose breath quickens all flesh and illumines all thought.”
Enraged, Heiniko struck the shore with his trident, and the waves rose up to drown the land. Yet when Gamasiel lifted his hand, the waters receded, as if drawn back into the hollow of his palm. The scroll Heiniko bore was unrolled, and the letters upon it were made as sand, scattered by the wind until no meaning remained.
Seeing this, the priests of Watersedge despaired, and their city’s trust in the pretender was broken. Heiniko, lord of foam and hollow words, was revealed as powerless before the true Creator.
Thus ended the ninth contest, when the sea was bound and the pretender unmasked.
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