“Tell us more,” he said.
Azhur smiled, edged closer and sat cross-legged. “The thing is,” he said, “there are a hundred versions of the old histories going around. Every village seems to make up its own and every story-teller has to have more in his version than the man he got it from. But the truth—” he raised a hand, “—the facts are in the Scrolls of the Founding, which are very long and written on both sides. Now, the first scroll, which we call Kh’her Ai Thrematu a Va Sh’herakhshi—”
“Eh?”
“Sorry: Concerning the Days of Va Sh’herakh. Now, that scroll was written, or at least begun, by Zhir-Sharrak the Wise, and he was among the Priests of the Sun who came to the North to bring it the rites and cult of Arna.”
“I know him! My dad says he came up and met Ar-ven when King Rachty came up
