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The Old Men Who Knew were brought forth from the shady corners where they had spent their

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stories there were, whispered at night among the narrow streets of the little town, vague

stories of men and women who had dared to ask questions.

They had gone forth, and never again had they been seen.

A few had tried to scale the high walls of the rocky range that hid the sun.

Their whitened bones lay at the foot of the cliffs.

The years came and the years went by.

Happily lived Mankind in the peaceful Valley of Ignorance.

Out of the darkness crept a man.

The nails of his hands were torn.

His feet were covered with rags, red with the blood of long marches.

He stumbled to the door of the nearest hut and knocked.

Then he fainted. By the light of a frightened candle, he was carried to a cot.

In the morning throughout the village it was known: "He has come back."

The neighbors stood around and shook their heads. They had always known that this was to be

the end.

Defeat and surrender awaited those who dared to stroll away from the foot of the mountains.

And in one corner of the village the Old Men shook their heads and whispered burning words.

They did not mean to be cruel, but the Law was the Law. Bitterly this man had sinned against

the wishes of Those Who Knew.

As soon as his wounds were healed he must be brought to trial.

They meant to be lenient.

They remembered the strange, burning eyes of his mother. They recalled the tragedy of his

father, lost in the desert these thirty years ago.

The Law, however, was the Law; and the Law must be obeyed.

The Men Who Knew would see to that.

They carried the wanderer to the Market Place, and the people stood around in respectful

silence.

He was still weak from hunger and thirst and the Elders bade him sit down.

He refused.

They ordered him to be silent.

But he spoke.

Upon the Old Man he turned his back and his eyes sought those who but a short time before had

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“When I cried out and said, ‘It’s a lie! The Gods love those who were brave!’ the Men Who

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“There are pastures in those hills. Meadows too, as rich as any. And men and women of our

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They were pushed aside. They complained of their lot. They bewailed the ingratitude of their

children, but when the last wagon pulled out of the village, they stopped the driver and

forced him to take them along.

The careful pioneer had blazed a clear trail through the woods and amidst the endless

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“His bones lie rotting at the foot of the cliffs, but the Old Men sit in our carts and chant

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“He saved us, and we slew him ……

“We are sorry that it happened, but of course, if we could have known at the time ……”

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A few years later, an attempt was made to bury the brave pioneer in the fine new edifice ,

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