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The Place Of Our Ancestors, as my Father will be in The Holy Of Holies all day. No one in my family will take me. Because my mother isn't from this world. It is permitted to ask the father of a friend, if the friend approves," Morning Star explained, sounding a bit sad.
"Ask!" his friend told him happily, "And if my father says no, we will go alone!"
The store was then in view, and the flight had ended. North took out his I. D. card and put it in the lock of the front door to the place, and it quickly opened. Morn waited outside, while the other lad went inside to see the only person there was a Hashon slave at the cash register. North got his container of milk, and a package of sweet cakes for breakfast, and went to pay for the goods. His I.D. card would credit it.
The slave looked longingly at the sweet cakes on the counter, so Northern Star opened the package and gave her one as a treat. The girl smiled in a thankful way.
"That was good of you to do!" Morn exclaimed as the two friends were together again outside in the sunshine. "I wish all Havens were as good to my mother's people as you are."
North was anxious to become air-borne once again. Morn grasped the bottle of milk from him as he began to run down the hill before him for an easy take off.
At the apartment, North found his father up and at the kitchen table. After his mother took the milk Morning Star asked North's father if he could go to the Place of his Ancestors with his family.
"Of course you may!" the older man agreed. "You are of my family though not a close relation."
Then the golden Angel left to prepare for the trip.
"How bad it is that no one would take a Son of The Living God to The Holy Ground, because his mother is a Hashon!" North's father sighed. "He is still a Son of God and he should be respected!"
After breakfast Morn returned, and the family flew up to the roof to get the family air vehicle, then headed East, to The Resting Place.
As they flew over The Great Tomb Northern Star was again amazed at the size of the tremendous structure. For thousands of years his Ancestors had been bringing their dead there,until there had been created a man-made mountain of tombs, one upon the other, appearing like great steps from the sky.
Father landed the flying machine a mile or so away from the bottom most tomb, for no modern machine was allowed any closer. After the "flier" had been locked, the little group walked to the edge of a drop off, and the bigger man turned to his son and Morning Star.