When the Lord of the Moon was overcome, Kinurea advanced, the so-called matron of Menea. She came clothed in green and brown, girded with vines and crowned in flowers, and her priests proclaimed: “Behold Kinurea, goddess of the earth! She is the mother of soil, the womb of harvest, the strength of mountain and valley alike. No mortal may deny her, for she gives the ground beneath every foot and the bread upon every table.”
Yet whispers moved among the scholars, for many said: “This is no goddess, but Baere renamed." Then the people feared, for Kinurea struck the ground with her staff, and the earth trembled; she lifted her arms, and vines rose to bind the unfaithful.
So Gamasiel prayed, and the Forgotten God answered, not with tremor nor with vine, but with truth revealed. For the land did not quake at Kinurea’s command, save by hidden trickery, and the vines she raised withered at His breath. Then the people saw clearly: Kinurea’s crown of flowers was plucked and fading, her robe of earth was no more than soil gathered upon her limbs.
And the faithful cried: “This is no mother of the world, but a mask and a shadow. The true earth is Baere’s domain, and the power of life belongs not to the imitator, but to the One who gives freely.”
So Kinurea was defeated in the sixth contest, her fraud laid bare, her dominion stripped, and her name remembered only as the pretender who sought to borrow another’s majesty.
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