A Father, being on the point of death, wished to be sure that his sons and daughters would treat their dome as the sacred trust it was. The night before his death he consulted the words of the Prophet and in Him called out to Lady Pehr, as was proper.
In his dream, amid the great and whirling dance performed between Lady Pehr and Galan the Hound to exchange his spirit, the Lady did whisper to him the answer he sought. The next morning, he called his children to his bedside and said, “My sons, my daughters, once I was young as you, and in that youth I found much good favour. I made a great fortune then, and when we asked Sheela Who Gives for children, I buried a shining treasure in my fields.”
The sons and daughters, after his death, took their spades and mattocks and carefully dug over every portion of their land. They found no treasure, and raised their voices in despair. But it was not long before their labor was rewarded; tilled so diligently, their vines gave fruit as never before, for it had been that treasure the Father spoke of. Thus did his sons and daughters learn a last lesson from him, and his soul went with Galan the Hound in peace.
Such is the wisdom of the Lady Pehr.
The Lady of Harvest. The Holder of Forests. Green Mother, Gold Mother, Hearthkeeper. Wife of Gras the fallen god, and shepherd of the living. Sheela Pehr is the heart of the cities, the force that keeps them alive and moving, the protector of those who cannot swear their lives to the Church. She is the god of food and drink, of roof and wall, of hearth and home.
Before the arrival of the Crown of the Enemy, Sheela Pehr served much a similar role: according to the apocryphal Sheelan scrolls, she had once been merely a god of homesteads and open doors, but took within her the spirit of a sister god who embodied the green and peaceful wild when that sister was lost to a plague. This fusion of home and field made her the perfect guardian and steward of the City’s lifeblood. In her meeting with Erach, she demanded to know the cost in life and blood His plan would cost their people. She wept tears of bitter sorrow for what would be lost, and it so moved the stoic Prophet that he joined her weeping. This, at last, convinced her that His heart was true, that he knew no other way, and she swore herself to Him thereafter.
The Temple of Sheela Pehr manages the upkeep that allows the cities to behave as cities, rather than merely bunkers. It is they who build and maintain the greenhouses, they who tend the seals that keep the ground thawed, they who assure that messages are delivered and oaths are kept. Of the three temples, they are closest in communication and temperment with the citizens who are not sworn to the Church: the city chancellors meet with them for most concerns, and the economy is held aloft by their resources and backed by their bank. More than half of privately produced and market-traded goods is created in facilities rented from the Temple, and it is this exchange that keeps the system tenuously balanced.
The clerics of Sheela Pehr are those that most citizens feel most comfortable approaching; they lack the devoted intensity of the Arvoreeni and the eccentricity of the Urogalani. This has led to many accusations from the former that the Sheelai do not take the situation seriously, encouraging weakness and complacence in the citizens. That Sheela Pehr was married to the god of a race of betrayers is something no one has forgotten, and the bitterness over their exile and Gras’ death remains strong on all sides.