Is that all?

I stand in the hall between marble columns.

She is before me, not a statue, not a myth, but real. A giantess. A goddess.

The journey took six days. In the cart are the offerings we gathered in our distant village.

Now I’m here, and all of it seems ridiculous. A barrel of wine is just a drop to her, and the bread, a mere crumb.
She notices me — raises an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile touching her lips.

She rocks her foot playfully, as if to tease: “You came all this way… for this?”