This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.
Lamaraz stood upon stiff legs
pondering the sight from Shai-Tahuti
and followed the trail left by his care takers
He walked for several hours in the morning sun
before the tiny village of prisoners was seen near Kishar
The threads were drained from his body
and he assumed correctly that it was from recent demises
and Lamaraz walked with head raised into the town
wearing the black death-shawl
lips and eyes appeared at doors and windows
lips shrieked in terror and eyes gaped in dread
and Farfein with eyes bright appeared to Lamaraz
and spoke such words with his voice
`So you have returned to the master
the one proven better
Do you wish to try your luck again
and return to the bone pile
reaking with putrid rotting flesh
No your eyes do not reveal such wishes
You came under submission with defeated hair
What is it you ask of me'
Such words were heard by Ulangar
who responded with `Farfein of Glaztêal
the only proven better than I with weapon
I approach you this morning bearing humble soul
and palms turned to Ukko's eyes open
to ask for apprenticeship from your trained eye and steady hand'
And Farfein responded `You have the natural ability
and thus I will be the one to hone your skills
You must comply with my askings
you must obey my every wish
you must give all of yourself to this purpose
these you must do without hesitation
These are my requests to you
Accept them and learn or deny them and fail'
This having been said Lamaraz nodded his head deep into the ground
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