22 The Lords permit us three wives for a
reason. There are far more women than men! And widows and women
who have lost their mates in other ways need a means of support and
help. This is what The Lords have provided.
23 As for giving a guest comfort, we know our
women have needs as well as our men. I cannot know all my wives
every night! For a guest to give her comfort and joy is not an
indecent thing.
24 Jealousy, my son, is one of the worst
emotions. You see, the men of The One do not love their wives, but They
are jealous of them. They think nothing of going to a house of
pleasure and leaving their wives without comfort, but if they found
their wives with another man, they'd stone them to death. Do you
understand, my son?"
25 "I think so, father," the boy
answered. "I think I will have something to say to my friend if
he calls my mother a whore again!"
26 Everyone laughed. "I must be off!" announced Gray Deer.
27 "I, also," added The Voice, "you are
learning, young man," he said, patting Little Deer on the head.
"But remember, also, not to make fun of those less fortunate than
yourself. Some may lack wisdom in some ways, but be far wiser
than others!"
28 The boy looked embarrassed. "What does he mean?" Gray Deer asked, as he put on his cloak.
29 "There is a boy at school, father," Little
Deer explained. "He's not too bright. We tease him
sometimes. We mean no harm."
30 "Perhaps not," explained The Voice, "but
because of what you do, he is beginning to hate those smarter than
himself, and does he not have legitimate complaint he can hold against
you?"
31 "We will discuss this later," instructed
Gray Deer. "In the meantime I want you to apologize to this young
man TODAY! Invite him for supper, if he will accept your
hospitality."
32 "Yes, father," the boy answered.
33 "Tonight," announced The Voice, "we will
begin your lessons. Within six months you will be a Speaker."
34 "I have faith in what you say," Gray Deer answered. "I just do not understand how."
35 "By hard work!" answered The Voice, "A lot of hard work!"
36 That evening after supper they sat down to
work, and Gray Deer looked at his new friend. "Lord," he asked,
"what is your real name? Where do you come from?"
37 "My name," answered The Voice, "is
unimportant, it is my mission that matters. Therefore, I shall always
be called The Voice of The Lords. For it is not I that speaks,
but Them who speak through me.
38 As to where I come from, less than a year
ago I was a shepherd in the village to the north. A bound servant
under five year's contract to a good family. I had worked three
years of my contract, when one night, as I sat by my fire watching my
charges, a stranger approached and sat down opposite me.
39 "Greetings, Traveler," I cried, "If you are
hungry, the stew is warm, there is fresh-made bread in the pan,
and hot broth on the fire. Take a dish and fill yourself."
40 "Of your food I need not," The Stranger
replied, "but of your gracious company I am longing. May I pass
the time with you, while you watch your charges?"
41 "As you will," I said, "I, too, am hungry for company and news. What happens in the world?"
42 "Much that is not good," answered The
Stranger. He told me the news of many a far city, and the cry of
the people for The Lords to send a messenger."
43 "I am one with The Lords," I told
him. "Long have I spent a quiet evening reading Their
Wisdom. Now I wish, also, They would send a messenger. The
people's cries are many. Surely there must be someone in the land
that could speak for The Beloved. There must be at least one
Voice!"
44 "There is," The Stranger told me, "if
he would speak. But it would mean hardship on his part. It would
mean that some men would call him a fool and others would seek his life.
45 But there IS such a man, and one HAS been
sent to speak with him, to see if he would do The Lords Will even
though it would mean that his days among his people would be short.
46 But what he would give them would last them
for all time. For he would give Them back to The Lords."
47 "If I were that man," I told The Stranger,
"I would accept. Better to be a light that burns bright and true,
and illuminates The Darkness, even for a short time, than to burn dimly
forever, and not even light your own path!"
48 As I spoke there was a sudden gust of wind,
and the dry leaves were picked up from the ground and blown toward The
Stranger. But instead of striking him, they passed right through
him! It was then that I
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