The Stonecutter

In D’ni during the reign of King Jaron, was a stonemason assigned to the enlargement of the Rudenna Passage. Each day he knelt by the walls of stone deep in the tunnels, chipping away. It was long and dusty work, and he was weary.

One day, the King himself came to see the progress being made. The stonemason beheld the King in all his finery, with all his attendants, and in his heart he raised his voice to Yahvo:

“Yahvo, I have worked hard and honestly in service to D’ni all my life. Please, raise me up to live a life of luxury and ease like the King?”

As is often the case, there was no reply, and he bent his weary head back to his work.

When he awoke the next morning, he found his wish granted. He moved into a grand home, high in a wealthy district, and vowed never to set chisel to stone again. He lived in this way for some time, until one day while he took his repose in a beautiful Eder.

The sun blazed high in the sky, causing the man to remove some of his robes, and seek the shade. And as he drifted to sleep in the heat of the day, he sent his thoughts again to Yahvo. “Mighty Yahvo, All my wealth means little, if the sun can send even me running for shelter.”

Again when he woke, he found himself changed, burning high and bright over the world. He gloried in this, and sent burning rays of sunlight onto the Age, withering the plants, and sending the people there fleeing into the Linkin Book back to D’ni.

The sun-man pondered this. “Yahvo” he said “Even the Sun has no power over D’ni, for D’ni lies deep underground, and the people are protected there.” And as the sun set, the man felt himself change once again.

Hard as stone he became, cool and sheltered, the home of the vast thousands of the D’ni, and he thought “Nothing has more power than D’ni!”. But slowly, slowly he heard a sound…a taptaptap…and he saw himself, a lowly stonecutter there, in the tunnel working, slowly taking bits of stone away from the cavern walls.

And in his daydreaming, Yahvo revealed to him that nothing has no power, and nothing has all power, and each thing has a place.

The Guildsman’s Bride

There once was a Guildsman, of the Guild of Writers, who was well known, and very well off. He desired a wife for his son, that would be worthy of their station and wealth. But the his son, who served the Guild of Illusionists, had learned to value intelligence and cleverness, over wealth and power.

So he asked his father, “Please, let me find a wife in my own way.” and after some arguing, his father assented. He went to his Guildmaster, Faresh, and asked him to allow use of a portion of the great Hall of Illusions of Katha Island. Faresh, pleased with the plan this guildsman of his had devised, agreed, and even lent his skills to the work.

Soon, the preparations were made, and the son’s father sent out the announcment:
“She who, through the grace of Yahvo, can find her way through the 25 rooms of this hall, will be the bride of my son”

The lure of the father’s wealth was great, and the son was not an unattractive man…so many great families of the D’ni sent their daughters, but not one could make her way.

The father was dismayed, the son discouraged.

The event had gathered quite a crowd, and from the gathering, came an old woman, and her daughter. The daughter said to her mother “I can find my way”. The mother protested, surely her daughter was of too low a station for this guildsman. The father protested, surely this girl was of to mean an estate for his son. But the son said that any woman of the D’ni could make the attempt.

So, the girl set her bag down by the doorway to the Hall, and took some things from it, food and water, and she entered the Hall. Slowly she made her way, and in the 5th room, she found a book of verses, of Yahvo blessing the Marriage Union. And in the 10th room, she found the two marriage bracelets. In the 20th, she found the two marriage rings, and in the 25th, marriage robes of great beauty and quality waited.

She exited the hall, these things carried in her arms, to prove she had been through the entire way. Everyone was amazed, and the father asked “How is it you have made it through, when so many women of the D’ni did not?”

The girl smiled, and walked to her bag by the door. From it she drew a spindle of thread, and showed the thread gathered in her hand. “I drew the thread with me as I walked, so that I would know where I had been, and then I gathered it up again behind me, to show me the way out”

The son laughed, and gathered her up in his arms, pleased to have found such a clever woman to be his bride. The five days of the marriage celebrations soon followed, and they lived out their days together in joy.

The Bahro’s Gift

If gift it was, I will hold to myself for now. After much thought, I do not think it wise to share too much of my experience. At the very core, I do not know how much was them, and how much was me. To spread that story around, without surety of truth, could sway people in unfortunate ways, when our paths cross with the Bahro again.

Yet, when they do come again, I will continue to seek Phil, to drow out my understanding.

For now, though, the stories are enough, and I am content.  My dear friend Julian convinced me to find one of the many vacant D’ni neighborhoods, and make it my own. It will give a place for me to share stories, without disturbing the others in the cavern.  Julian has been a true friend to me, I am glad to have met him.

Mr. Barnes, I think, is bewildered by me. He has the air of a curious scholar, and a indulgent skeptic. I do wonder if I can be of any help to him in his Lara document work.