“Stay, and the Many-Faced God will take your ears, your nose,
your tongue. He will take your sad grey eyes that have seen so much. He
will take your hands, your feet, your arms and legs, your private parts. He
will take your hopes and dreams, your loves and hates. Those who enter
His service must give up all that makes them who they are. Can you do
that?” He cupped her chin and gazed deep into her eyes, so deep it
made her shiver. “No,” he said, “I do not think you can.”