23 But The Children of Spirit knew better.
They continued to love their animals and treat them with decency and
respect. This was the legacy that Thorn Blossom Fox left with
them.
24 Now, one day as The Voice was walking through the
city, he saw a young man pushing a hand cart through the streets.
Now, the hand cart had all manner of things on it, and The Voice
wondered where the young man could be going. "You have quite a
load there, good fellow!" he commented. "Where do you go?"
25 The young man stopped, kicked the stand on
the cart, and put his weight on the handles. "If I knew, good
sir," he explained, "I would gladly tell you. I suppose I will
sleep in the public campground outside the city tonight. After
that, I do not know where I will go."
26 "Do you have no work?" asked The Voice.
27 "I have no work," continued the young man, "no
kin, or no home. My father died two days ago, my brother married
a Daughter of The One, and took her faith. My father put
everything into his hands, and as soon as his ashes were entombed, my
brother said, "I cannot share my house with one who believes in
demons. Take your belongings, put them in the old handcart, and
be gone! If you will see reason, come to the temple of The One,
and make sacrifice, you are welcome to stay."
28 So here I am! With all my belongings
and all The Lords Symbols from my house, and all my father's
books. If you will excuse me, sir, I didn't mean to burden you
with my sadness. If I am to make the campgrounds before dark, I
must hurry!"
29 "Wait!" requested The Voice, "Do you know
who I am?"
30 The young man shook his head.
31 "I am The Voice of The Lords," he
announced. "There is room in the house at which I stay.
Come! They will make you welcome!"
32 "But I have no money!" the young man
explained. "I cannot pay!"
33 "The people of this house," answered The
Voice, "will not worry about payment. Let us give you a
hand. It does grow late. What is your name, young man?"
34 "Dreaming Dog," the man answered.
35 They quickly made their way to Gentle
Bear's house, and everyone lent a hand carrying Dreaming Dog's things
into the house. One of the last things in the cart was an old
trunk. As The Voice's guards carried it into the house a handle
broke. The trunk hit the floor, burst open, and its contents went
flying! It was filled with old clothes.
36 As one guard picked up a tunic he looked at
it. "An old style Warlock's tunic," he announced, "with flame
marks on it! Hey, there's something inside!"
37 He unrolled the tunic, pulling a sword and
scabbard from within. His eyes widened and he looked at it. "A
fire sword!" he gasped, "See the flames on the scabbard?" He
withdrew the blade and looked at the beautiful work on it.
38 "A craftsman in Northern made these," he
continued, "a hundred of them, and presented them as gifts to the
hundred bravest fighters at the Battle of The Lords Fire!
39 There can't be more than thirty of them
left! I've wanted one all my life! I'll give you two gold
for it! That's all I have with me. I'll give you more, if you let
me pay you by the month."
40 One of the other fighting men picked up the
tunic. "I'll give you a silver for this," he announced. "I know
it's worth more, but that's all I have."
41 Dreaming Dog nodded, and took the coins.
"Maybe," suggested the Voice, "we'd better check what's in the rest of
these boxes!" Everything was opened and almost everything in the
boxes was very old, and, very valuable!
42 "I don't think, young man," The Voice
explained, "you're going to have to worry about rent! These
things your brother gave you are worth a fortune! Your
inheritance is more than you can believe! There is a museum near
The Temple. I'm sure they would rent some of these things from you, if
you did not wish to sell them."
43 Dreaming Dog was overwhelmed. As he
knew nothing of the value of these things, he asked help in disposing
of them. As the Lords Beggar knew every merchant in the city, he
offered his services for nothing.
44 Dreaming Dog accepted but insisted he take
ten per cent for his efforts. The two men quickly became
friends.
45 Dreaming Dog joined the circle and was soon
doing much good throughout the city. He became a counselor to the poor,
and began to search the city for old and forgotten treasures.
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