Heirs to the Silver General
The Great Gouda
The Old Gods don’t much care what you call them as long as you worship. So who cares if their newest priestess Marit chooses to look at them as a giant wheel of mystical cheese? Those who serve still wield their power in the material world.
Great Gouda who art in heaven,
Cultured be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy curd be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily cheese.
And forgive us our unsavoryness,
As we forgive those who are unsavoury toward us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from unripeness.
For thine is the grated,
The pungent, and the holey,
For ever and ever.