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Chapters (40)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraphs
  5. 1. Apollo
  6. 2. Arete
  7. 3. Arete
  8. 4. Maia
  9. 5. Arete
  10. 6. Arete
  11. 7. Apollo
  12. 8. Arete
  13. 9. Arete
  14. 10. Maia
  15. 11. Arete
  16. 12. Arete
  17. 13. Apollo
  18. 14. Arete
  19. 15. Arete
  20. 16. Maia
  21. 17. Arete
  22. 18. Arete
  23. 19. Apollo
  24. 20. Arete
  25. 21. Arete
  26. 22. Apollo
  27. 23. Maia
  28. 24. Arete
  29. 25. Arete
  30. 26. Apollo
  31. 27. Arete
  32. 28. Arete
  33. 29. Maia
  34. 30. Arete
  35. 31. Arete
  36. 32. Apollo
  37. Thanks
  38. About the Author
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He set about the whole thing properly, I have to admit. He wrote it all up, ordered his theses, and announced a great debate. He sent invitations to the other cities and arranged a festival. He debated everybody who came prepared to argue against his points, and when they won on any issue he accepted that and incorporated that into his argument. It’s just that the whole edifice was built on such terrible axioms. At first I had wanted it to be true, wanted the loving Father and Son I had grown up with to be real, as well as Athene. I wanted Jesus to be my savior, as I had believed as a child. But the more closely I looked at what Ikaros was doing, the less sense it made. His axioms were twisted. It was incredibly ingenious, and it all made perfect logical sense, each piece of the structure balanced on each other piece. But it was a castle of straws balanced on air. Athene just wasn’t an angel, and wasn’t perfect. Errors can be refuted, and as his errors were pointed out, by me and by others, he patched them. But his leaps of faith were not errors, and they were inarguable. I tried. Many of us tried. And it was all right as long as it was just a case of what Ikaros believed and tried to persuade people. It was when, after the festival, the Assembly of Amazons voted to make his New Concordance the official religion of the City of Amazons that I knew I had to leave. It would be practiced at festivals. I couldn’t believe it. And I couldn’t possibly teach it.

I’d told Klio and Axiothea that I was leaving, and they’d both tried to persuade me to stay. Axiothea was quite happy with the New Concordance. Klio had initially been even less in favor of it than I was, but once she began to study the logic she had been won over by the way Ikaros had integrated Platonic thought all through, and especially with his theory of dynamic ideals, which fit everything she believed. Klio had always disliked Ikaros, but now they began to work together on this project. They spent a lot of time together and became close. She told him about the religions and philosophies she knew about that were unfamiliar to him, and they worked together to reconcile them with everything else.

The New Concordance was generally very popular in the city, though I wasn’t sure how many people even among its adherents really understood it properly.