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he announced, holding the rock out for UL to see, "it hath arrived."

UL nodded gravely.

"I had thought I sensed its presence. Wilt thou accept the burden of
it?"

My Master sighed.

"If I must," he said.

"Thou art brave, Aldur," UL said, "and wiser far than thy brothers.

That which commands us all hath brought it to thy hand for a purpose.

Let us go apart and consider our course."

I learned that day that there was something very strange about that
ordinary-looking stone.

The old man who had accompanied UL was named Gorim, and he and I got
along well. He was a gentle, kindly old fellow whose features were the
same as those of the old people I'd met some years before. We went up
into the city, and he took me to his house. We waited there while my
Master--and his--spoke together for quite some time. To pass the long
hours, he told me the story of how he had come to enter the service of
UL. It seemed that his people were Dals, the ones who had somehow been
left out when the Gods were selecting the various races of man to serve
them. Despite my peculiar situation, I've never been a particularly
religious man, so I had a bit of difficulty grasping the concept of the
spiritual pain the Dals suffered as outcasts. The Dals, of course,
traditionally live to the south of the cluster of mountains known only
as Korim, but it appeared that quite early in their history, they
divided themselves into various groups to go in search of a God. Some
went to the north to become Morindim and Karands; some went to the east
to become Melcenes; some stayed south of Korim and continued to be
Dals; but Gorim's people, Ulgos, he called them, came west.

Eventually, after the Ulgos had wandered around in the wilderness for
generations, Gorim was born, and when he reached manhood, he
volunteered to go alone in search of UL. That was long before I was
born, of course. Anyway, after many years he finally found UL. He
took the good news back to his people, but not too many of them
believed him.

People are like that sometimes. Finally he grew disgusted with them
and told them to follow him or stay where they were, he didn't much
care which. Some followed, and some didn't. As he told me of this, he
grew pensive.