That night passed quickly, with little more sleep than the one
before. Just before morning a rustling was heard throughout the city. The rats
that had plagued us began to run along the gutters away from the city. Some who were
curious followed them, reporting later that every rat they could see had returned itself to Charon's
kingdom, pouring into a small cave not far from the city wall. Two of the bravest soldiers had
taken torches with them, and explored the cave. They swore on Zeus' beard that every single
rat had drowned itself in an underground lake nearly a league into the cave, but no one else went back to
verify the story. As for the plague, those who were sick begna to recover, and by day's end
were walking around the city. Even those who had been on death's door were sitting up and
taking soft foods by evening. Not a single person more perished.
I know that no god as powerful as this will accept easily being forgotten, so I
and several of the other council members have tried to reason how to keep him appeased. To
Zeus we offer gold at the temple, and Aphrodite recieves a few of our maidens as her serving
girls. However, it seems to me that the unknown god should recieve a portion of something
we value deeply. I know not whether or how the others in the council will remember our
deliverance, but as for me, whenever I drink a goblet of wine, I shall pour a few drop on the ground in
sacrifice to our Savior, the Unknown God.