For your amusement and edifiction, a legend that’s been turning up in my head, along with assorted others. Snog and Anke’ve already seen this.

And you’ll need to read this first. (Just the god descriptions, not the bit marked ‘spoilers’.)

Once, there was a young woman who was a first-class weaver, and ambitious with it.

She declared that she was a match for the Goddess Cicely, the Weaver herself.

That afternoon, Cicely showed up at her door with her hand loom, and simply said “You’re on”.

The young woman agreed to a competition. Whoever produced the piece Cicely judged to be the fairer would win.

The village turned out to see the competition. The women set up their looms back to back, their hands flying.

Cicely’s piece was of such quality that a mortal hand could never have produced.

The scene she had woven showed a proud young hart being cornered by hunting dogs, pawing the ground in her defiance.

“All right,” the goddess said, “let’s see what you think could be fairer than my wor–”

The girl had woven a picture of Lord Jextus. Cicely laughed for a full four minutes.

Then she took the girl aside, pointed out all the faults in her work and left, still smiling.

Thanks to Cicely’s advice, the girl became a high priestess whose weavings were sought after from miles around.

However, the next girl who tried this same trick was turned into a mouse and fed to Cicely’s cats.

The end.

(I see this as an illustrated children’s storybook for some reason.)