At noon Roman went to the tailor's workshop to pick up his jacket. He was greeted warmly. It hurt to see his wife's former workplace - without her. Like all the other rooms in which Alea had been and exuded her sympathetic spirit, this one now also seemed empty and deserted. Alea's best friend came up to him, she too wore a red scarf around her neck in memory of her son Hroenka, she was holding Roman's jacket, which she had reworked for him. Roman silently took the dari and put it on. He now had, according to tradition, red laps and sleeves below the elbows. The red glowed ominously in contrast to the black of the rest of the clothes, but Roman nodded in satisfaction. He wanted to wear this red as long as his grief would last, even until the end of his life! He left his second dari and thanked the seamstress. Then he left the workshop, which again bitterly reminded him of how often he had come and gone here. As soon as he was outside he was overcome by heartbreaking grief. He gave a

He was up to his knee in the water. Waves gently washed around his legs. With the city at his back, Kanaima looked out to sea. The bright sunlight glittered on the infinite surface of the wet element and blinded him. Wind caressed his face comfortably.How many times had he stood here with the wet sand between his toes?Many countless times, he thought, as countless as the many varied feelings that had always accompanied him. Kanaima looked down at herself. Through the clear water he could see the bottom next to his feet. It was five years since he left his aunt. In Boltha City he had matured into an upright young man with an alert look. Under the strict training of his uncle, his character had taken on more moderate traits, and his angry youthful impetus had been tamed and steered in the right direction. Kanaima remembered not liking Karlis-Renandi at first. His uncle was a tough man who had treated him as he would all his other common soldiers and not as a member of

Then that's the war! Shazuralindu - the death of many unfortunate people. ”“ But that's stupid, why don't you share? ”Asked a student, it was Suneka, and Raen looked over at her. She looked more and more adult. Her face was narrow and with a pointed chin. Her dark eyes under the finely curved eyebrows fixed the teacher.“Yes, that is very stupid indeed! Because they only think of themselves at first, they destroy the peace and their friendship, ”said the gray man calmly."I don't understand, how can you not want to share?" Suneka continued to announce her lack of understanding."Yes, especially when you have more than enough!" Said another."We don't understand that either!" Suddenly all the rest of the students exclaimed almost simultaneously, and the gray man had to smile."I am glad that you do not understand that, because it shows that you are already firmly and safely on Hyaun's path," he said with satisfa

The gray one cleared his throat. “My advice for you, Raen: Don't worry about things that are none of your business, then you will be much better off in the future. There is plenty of other knowledge available to you. Remember the way of Hyaun and dedicate your talents to the community! ”That was the end of his speech. Raen nodded silently, bowed humbly goodbye and finally went out without a word.The teacher wondered what was so different about this boy? Why was he so stubborn when reprimanded? Thoughtfully, he got up from his pillow and went to the window through which he could see the silhouette of Raen. The streaky glass reinforced the impression that the boy was surrounded by an indefinable aura of shadowy, undulating shallows. But it wasn't his job to fathom these abysses, thought the Kennarparta. A higher authority would soon deal with this, the priests in the temple. The porch was soaked, and rainwa

In the following month Raen could observe a little surprise in the eyes of his teachers, when they noticed how moderate and adjusted the behavior of their most difficult student of all was. He had stopped asking questions and was otherwise inconspicuous.Old Kennarparta was pleased, of course, to attribute this to his admonishing words, which seemed to have fallen on fertile ground, and he stroked his chin, as he always did when he was in thought. Raen recognized the gesture and was secretly very pleased with himself. He played something for them and they believed it! Excellent, you should just think that he willingly arranged himself. Who could that harm? He wouldn't be able to learn anything here at school anyway. Everyone was way too simple-minded here. So he waited quietly and apparently peacefully for his training to begin.But others also noticed his change of heart because one day Suneka approached him after class.“Is there anything wrong with you,