"Neptunus," he asks whether the old Roman gods still have power here. Manse Everard of the Time Patrol, falling naturally into this way of thinking, has learned that the gods are a miserly lot.
Polytheism appeals to my imagination but not to my intellect. Once a year in Lancaster (see image), we chant in a communal orchard:
"Pray Gods send us a roaring good crop."
This is an inclusive prayer because even someone standing beside you cannot hear whether you chant "...Gods send..." or "...God send..."