In spite of all the to-do they make about their idols, and the temples
they build, and the priests and priestesses whom they support, I could
never think that their professed religion was more than skin-deep; but
they had another which they carried with them into all their actions;
and although no one from the outside of things would suspect it to have
any existence at all, it was in reality their great guide, the
mariner’s compass of their lives; so that there were very few things
which they ever either did, or refrained from doing, without reference
to its precepts.
Now I suspected that their professed faith had no great hold upon
them—firstly, because I often heard the priests complain of the
prevailing indifference, and they would hardly have done so without
reason; secondly, because of the show which was made, for there was
none of this about the worship of the goddess Ydgrun, in whom they
really did believe; thirdly, because though the priests were constantly
abusing Ydgrun as being the great enemy of the gods, it was well known
that she had no more devoted worshippers in the whole country than
these very persons, who were often priests of Ydgrun rather than of
their own deities. Neither am I by any means sure that these were not
the best of the priests.
Ydgrun certainly occupied a very anomalous position; she was held to be
both omnipresent and omnipotent, but she was not an elevated
conception, and was sometimes both cruel and absurd. Even her most
devoted worshippers were a little ashamed of her, and served her more
with heart and in deed than with their tongues. Theirs was no lip
service; on the contrary, even when worshipping her most devoutly, they
would often deny her. Take her all in all, however, she was a
beneficent and useful deity, who did not care how much she was denied
so long as she was obeyed and feared, and who kept hundreds of
thousands in those paths which make life tolerably happy, who would
never have been kept there otherwise, and over whom a higher and more
spiritual ideal would have had no power.
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