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Idariji.

He named his son Forgiveness.

We Orisha do not get such things.

We get only pain.

Lifetimes of it.

We are all cursed.

What are we gonna do, Lara?

He's still the answer.

Hey!

I just have to find out how.

Hey.

Burning holes in your shoes won't make you feel better.

Treusy.

"The god of evil and the bringer of death."

That's what he called Eshu in New Orleans, but…

We've met him, and he's more like the bringer of testing patience.

-God of-- -Mischief.

He is the only spirit who can steal from both humans and gods alike.

I can't get that image of him from the shop out of my head.

He was depicted as dangerous and terrifying.

Terrifyingly annoying.

Why did your mother say you were the answer to all this?

Give it a rest, woman.

If Yemeja was right, you're our only hope at stopping Mila.

It's over.

What's the point?

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.

Did we wake you?

My mask is in the Lost City.

Then let's take you home.

Wow.

It's beautiful here.

Of course it is.

It must have been hard to leave.

We walk from here.

When are you gonna ask him?

He'll tell us about his powers when he's ready.

And what if you're wrong,

and his mask isn't the thing that can stop Mila?

Eshu?

We are close.

The Lost City.

Mm-mm.

The gateway to it.

They may stone us on entry.

Did he…

Wait. Stone us?

Where is everybody?

Oh.

Eshu, do something!

Good afternoon, Mother.

Welcome, my child.

Welcome, my child.

Welcome.

Your arrival is fortuitous.

Oh!

Mm.

They are brilliant and lovely, and you're right.

Per usu!

What about this time?

Mila wants to change and fix everything so desperately,

she's forgotten why she wants to do it in the first place.

Because of this.

This is why the world is worth protecting.

Definitely a good thing, this change in you.

We thank the gods

for the sun, earth, and rain

that brought us this harvest.

What is she saying?

That they are morons.

They still think the Orisha will save them.

I don't know. Looks like they've learned to save themselves

pretty well in your absence.

They are olumo.

Meteor remnants.

A gift from the gods.

Yeah, they remember the old ways.

Hear us, mighty Orishas.

And so we present this offering.

Hear our cries, Orishas.

Forsake us no more.

Come back to us.

May it be so.

Morons.

Eshu.

Whatever it is that frightens you when you look at it in your darkness…

everything good is on the other side of it.

You just have to let go.

I promise you.

People are usually trying to ditch me or impale me by now.

Why are you so nice to me?

I could write a tome about how to push people away.

I've been in that darkness.

You don't get out of it alone.

Hmm.

You know, you're very broody sometimes.

You scare me.

I lost my mask 164 years,

58 days, and some chump change ago.

Haven't been back since…

…and I've hated every second of it.

Thank you, broody.

Hasta la vista.

LC! I've been trying to ping you. You fall off a map?

A dozen countries have reported poisoned water supplies, unknown viruses.

Nobody's yet made the connection that they're not isolated events.

She's not even lookin' at 'em in the face, LC.

She's just playing God.

Eshu is the key to all of this somehow.

We just have to unlock it.

Eshu?

That's your plan?

Call Camilla. Tell her to start quietly evacuating urban centers.

Jonah and Abby--

I'll send a car for them. They can hang out with me.

Need some Jonah hugs to calm this blood pressure.

Lara, what's going on?

I think he's ready.

Olodumare guide you.

What happened here?

Looks like some kind of an attack.

Eshu, where is your mask?

I had it… here.

Hey!

An offering of some kind?

The Eyo Festival.

They came when they knew we would be weak.

When we were happy.

You were surrounded.

It was… a slaughter.

Huh.

This was my city.

I was their protector.

Help us, Eshu!

But all I could think about was

how afraid I was.

-Eshu! -Eshu!

Eshu!

Do something! Save us!

They killed everyone they could find.

Some got away.

Someone was telling them to run.

I…

said nothing.

Oh!

Huh?

Huh?

Eshu.

Oh, I'm so, so sorry.

Don't say that to me!

I don't deserve it.

The cannons have British imperial stamps.

But the muskets are of North African make,

and this is Moroccan.

These must have been British soldiers stationed there.

Hmm.

Eshu.

I know where to find your mask.

Okay…

I'm worried about him.

So, be honest.

When you said you knew where Eshu's mask was,

what you meant was you knew where to start the wild-goose chase.

British soldiers were notorious for scrounging artifacts from their raids

and selling them back home to museums

or private collectors who loved the "exotic."

It didn't matter whose cold, dead hands they were pried from.

By the 19th century, it was a full-blown trade.

Found him.

Mehrak Darvish, AKA The Hawk.

Mehrak is the biggest bucket of scum you'll ever meet,

but he's also the most well-connected artifacts dealer in the city.

If Eshu's mask was ever traded, he may know of it.

Or have heard rumors.

Ah.

Lady Croft.

All grown up.

Your face is less fat.

And yours more so.

How are you, Darvish?

Depends.

What have you come to sell me?

I'm not my father.

I don't sell relics that don't belong to you.

Oh!

The judgmental sneer of a privileged white woman.

How will I ever carry on?

I'll give you five minutes,

in memory of Richard,

my best customer.

I'm looking for an African mask.

Red and black, you say?

A mask of that description

does sound familiar.

Why is it important?

More sentimental than anything.

Hey!

Get this skag out of here!

These don't belong to you!

Stop him!

Get off him!

We'll be back for all of it.

I promise.

Ugh! Well, that was pointless.

Did he have Eshu's mask?

Did you notice the artifacts?

Many of them were damaged by fire.

Yeah. I mean, they're old.

That could mean anything.

Or it could mean something very specific.

Give it to me. You got the look.

The oldest religious site in the city is the Old Mosque,

and the English, right around the time they sacked Eshu's city,

turned it into an Anglican church.

The Muslims eventually took it back, and the story goes

there was a young English soldier stationed there,

charged with protecting the church's relics at all cost.

So he set himself on fire, then roamed the halls,

and thereby forever prevented anyone stealing their most precious treasures.

So you think Eshu's mask was one of those treasures?

Darvish knew the mask I described.

He's seen it.

If he's been slowly raiding the Old Mosque for relics to sell…

Maybe he saw it there.

Ooh.

Well, we've gone off thinner leads.

Sorry to interrupt your prayers.

Oh, no. I… I don't…

I… I'm not…

Hmm.

Iye.

Here, you keep it.

She reminds me of me.

She's been mischievous since the day she was born.

I think that's why Eshu is her favorite.

He abandoned you.

Why do you still

believe?

Oh, if I was only loved based on my mistakes,

I would not have this little one.

Life is mischief, my friend,

but Eshu teaches us to keep smiling through it.

The Eyo Festival.

Perhaps you have not lost your faith after all, my friend.

Yes?

Yeah!