Long ago, there was a great warrior who did not come back home from the hunt. All the members of his family except his youngest son thought that he was dead. The youngest one would daily ask his elder brothers, “Where is my father?” Finally, the elder brothers who were also magicians went in search of him. They found a pile of bones and his broken spear. The first son collected all the bones into a skeleton, the second son put flesh upon the bones and the third son breathed life into the flesh. The warrior came to life and walked into the village. The warrior said that he would give a fine gift to the one who had brought him back to life. Each one of his sons cried out, “Give it to me, for I have done the most.” The warrior said that he would give it to the youngest son, for he was the one who saved his life. A man is never truly dead until he is forgotten!
The Gift
