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you must know of the People. The knowing of such things by one not of the
People is a difficult matter. There are those not of the People who have
heard the Way of Zerthimon, but they do not know the Way."
I mulled it over. If this journey was as abstract as Dak'kon implied, I must
prepare to seek the deeper truths in what he has to offer. "Dak'kon, I want
to know of the People and know Zerthimon's teachings. I believe there is
wisdom to be learned in such things."
He inclined his head, "Know that I have heard your words, and I shall test
them. To learn, you must know the People. To know the People, you must
know the Unbroken Circle of Zerthimon." Dak'kon held up the stone disk in
his possession and his spider-like fingers hooked into its sides. Often I had
seen him meditating over it, mulling over the words with a steely gaze. He
had read them thoroughly before: the man had never needed to mouth the
words as he read. There was a click from the object, and the plates of the
Circle slid into a new configuration. He reversed the motion, sealing the
stone. "Know the First Circle of Zerthimon is open to you. Study it, then I will
hear your words."
The small round stone was cool in my hands. The Unbroken Circle of
Zerthimon. I marveled at it, holding the strange mechanical tome carefully,
lest I break it. Wouldn't that be a nice thing, cracking the sacred scripture of
my new companion and teacher. It was made up of a series of interlocking
circles that folded out from one another; the complexity of the plates and
the intricacy of their links proved the text was constructed by a master
artisan.
I mirrored the motions that Dak'kon made upon the Circle, and the plates
gave way at my touch, the rings sliding into a new configuration. Upon the
rings were a series of symbols; the script was like no writing I had ever seen:
it was a series of interlocking geometries, with circles pre-dominating. Yet
just looking at it, I knew the symbols and knew I could read them. I looked it
over as we walked.
"Know that we are the First People."
"Once all was chaos. The First People were thought drawn from chaos.
When the First People came to know themselves, they were chaos no
longer, and became flesh."
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