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A knight is sworn to valor
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His might upholds the weak
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The Rain Day Aug 9, 2008 8:34 am
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I have been meaning to post one of my stories for some time. This wasn't the one I was gonna go with as it is a little long and not my best, but for some reason it insisted. So here is part two. I created some photos to go with this but I can't find them now. I'll keep looking.

The Rain Day
Part two

"Your Shantu is beautiful." Tabin told his brother admiringly.

My father taught me to make pottery such as this." Sand said proudly. "We would have used a large bowl like this to store grain from the fields. When we needed fresh water we would get it from the river."

"It's still hard to believe that water flows all of the time in... you called them ...rivers?"

"And it rains nearly everyday and so there are many kinds of beautiful plants. I miss my home a lot, Tabin." Sand said sadly.

"I'm sorry no one else believes you. They think the desert made you crazy."

"I'm not crazy. Someday I'll prove it to everybody. Is-El is real."

"That desert nearly killed you once," a deep voice startled them. "I would not be so eager to give it another chance."

Tabor-Ra was a tall, strongly built man whose skin was even darker than Tabin's, and his skill at moving quietly had made him the best hunter in Ni-Glandra Ran. He often prided
himself on his ability to become "invisible" through stealth and enjoyed using this skill to surprise his sons.
It reminded him of the games the Sashtha lizard played with it's young to teach them to hunt. Tabor would not easily admit it,
but he also enjoyed giving the boys a scare. It made him feel young again and it was one of the few things at which he could still best them.

"I wish you wouldn't do that, father." Tabin moaned, clutching at his heart.

"It is always wise to practice hunting skills." Tabor laughed. "Besides, I did not even become invisible so you should have heard me."

"We could hear the coming of night easier." Sand said admiringly.

"It's too bad father's skill at the boe-latea isn't as good." Tabin teased. "I have beaten him the last five times at the practice hill."

"There is more to hunting than throwing a spear, son. You cannot kill your prey if you cannot get close enough to hit it." Tabor said sternly.

"Sorry, father, I was only joking."

"I am proud of your skill with the boe-latea." The Chieftain smiled. "That is why I have interrupted your work."

He glanced at the pottery the boys had been laboring on. Sand's effort was beautiful, as expected. The delicate drawings of the strange animals he used were the best Tabor had ever seen, even if he did not know if they were real or imaginary.
His blood son's work however, was clearly not Tabin's best effort. It was badly misshapen, sloppy and far from being finished. Tabin might someday grow to be a great hunter, but
if he ever hoped to be the leader of men, he would have to learn a great deal about patience and dedication.

"I came to invite you to the hunt following Shan-Tu-Ri." Tabor said disappointedly. "But you may still be working on your collector until next year, son."

Tabin grinned broadly and lept to his feet. "Invite us to the hunt? My first one. The legend of Tabin-Ra is about to begin."

"If you embarrass the family with an unfinished or poorly done Shantu, I will make you wait until next year." His father said sternly.

"But father, there are so many collectors and so many people better at making them. Surely mine would not be missed."

Tabor put his arm gently around his son's shoulders and gazed reproachfully down at him.
"Tabin-Ra." He said firmly. "Our people, the people of the entire world depend on one day of rain every year for all of their water. Everyone relies on what we harvest on Shan-Tu-Ri and everyone makes a new Shantu each year. It is the law that all who are able always do so, to replace damaged ones, provide for the growth of the village and to be ready for any emergencies."

"Yes, father." Tabin mumbled, defeated. He looked again at Sand's collector. The knee high pot had a narrow throat and a wide tapered opening at the top and once again would be among the finest in the village. Sand had made it
perfectly round with strong handles on the sides and a flat lid for stacking. Sand noticed his look and smiled.

"Is it allowed for a brother to help a brother?" He asked respectfully.

"It is." Tabor sighed. "In this case it is strongly encouraged."
He looked again at Tabin's work and walked away shaking his head. Tabin threw himself back on the ground and examined his Shantu casually.
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