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Re: A tale....
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- Date: 28 Mar 95 09:16:00 -0500
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To Mar Yaakov, from Ianthe, heartfelt thanks!
Thank you for coming to the aid of a doddering, toothless ancient. I
recalled hearing His Grace, Duke Cariadoc tell the story of Nasrudin
and the pot that gave birth at Pennsic V, the first war I attended.
Over the years my memory of the story had eroded, so that all that was
left was the tiny nubbin I posted. What I did remember was that his
grace wandered from fire to fire, telling stories and accepting
hospitality. He came over to House Stormgaard's camp, and I greeted
him a wide sipping bowl of mint drink and a plate of dried fruit. He
drank, held the bowl aloft in the firelight; considered it a moment;
then told the story you so graciously provided.
I also remember the promise Duke Cariadoc extracted when we thanked
him for his tale. He asked that in return, we should each tell a
story or sing a song. Ever since then, stories, especially those of
Eastern wisdom, bring to mind my promise of that night. Thank you
again, Mar Yaakov for helping to me to repay His Grace.
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