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In the rattled halls of the old temple, Head priest Hilki-haron and Temple secretary Sawfrawn continued their work.
“Oh here’s a big one, here give me a hand with this.” My father motioned for his friend to get the other side of the lid. “Get this crap off the lid.”
Sawfrawn slumped his shoulders wondering why Hilki didn’t move the things on top of the lid before trying to open it, but he didn’t dare open his mouth. With an audible grunt he set the last box down, freeing my father to lift the lid. “Don’t be such a bach’yan” Hilki said as the top came loose. The two of them set the case lid to the side, but they still couldn’t access the contents very well. It was some kind of shelving. My father reached down for a sample of their hard-won treasures. “It’s a whole slew of halo-tabs”
“Hmm?” Sawfrawn’s ears peaked up at that. He grabbed for a couple and started perusing their contents.
“Yeah I thought you might like that” my father said with a smile. He handed Sawfrawn the remaining tabs he had (who eagerly accepted them like candy) and my father started feeling the inside of the crate, looking for a way to open the side. Finally, with a great thrust, and without great patience, he yanked the crate wall loose from its partners. He banged on it a bit and ripped it from its moorings. Sawfrawn did not much care for the racket his friend was making, but he couldn’t argue with the results. A small cache of halo-tabs spilled onto the floor and my father began pillaging through them. “What do you suppose these are? Old lesson books for the students?”
“I’m sorry to burst in like this, but my father just told me. Is it True?” I was out of breath in excitement.
My Anointed ruler, Yoshi-yanu, quickly dismissed the leopard guards at his door. “Of course Yirum, is everything alright?”
I realized that my abrupt appearance had startled him. “No, my apologies Anointed. Nothing is wrong, in fact quite the opposite. Concom has it that you are restoring the temple of THE.”
My leader smiled in relief. “Oh, hehe.” He crossed his arms proudly and breathed deep. “Yes, Sawfawn and I were just working on that very topic.” Yoshi gestured to the temple secretary Sawfrawn, a stately if not slightly gawky bull. Yoshi tuned back to me. “I’m actually surprised you’re just hearing about it now; your father and I began the task a few months ago. Did one of the garner crews run into your ship?
(Left: Yirum-ben; Right: Yoshi-yanu)
“News travels slow out in the verse, Duct-rats learn faster than we do.” I smiled coyly at my friend. I’d known him since I was a boy, but for some reason I still got nervous every time I spoke with him. He was, after all, my hero. “What made you…why?”