Fear

Davood,

 

I should be returning to the Arbora before the third sunset following this letter.

 

There is little that I can do to stop death when it comes for us.  Do not be afraid of it, for it is the final and absolute consecration of a life.  I do not know what it is to have children nor wives, but I imagine it is difficult to escape this fear for them.  You must choose, before the final hour, as all must; are you an Auren? Father? Husband? or are you a follower of the Way, subject to its turns and endings?  When this time comes, and I hope that it will come soon for you, may you choose that which will set your feet aright and guide our people back to the solace and liberty of that which was given to them as a bounty and privelidge from the gods and the Life Tree.   Remember the words of my grandfather whose life reflected eloquently the pulse and breath of an unfettered voyager, spanning the limitless course created by feet tread unswerving, toward that guiding light which captures every wanderer, "Rely not upon the fruits of others, rather bear forth your own and do not taste of your own fruit, rather savor the fruit of others, for their's will be that much sweeter."

 

I have just received word from Lam.  He has attached his heart fully on that deluded creed by which he constructed in defiance of the ancestors and the gods.  I am praying for the wisdom and insight to see him through this but perhaps he must step through this delirium on his own.

 

Lucium