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Show - 10 - older generations are not always the ways of the young. Our sacred beliefs may not be as sacred to you, but let me caution you to listen and weigh deliberately the story which I pass now to yet another generation of our tribe." Grandmother Wetekia cleared her throat and a mysterious veil seemed to pass over her e^es. The shadovrs of darkness filled the deep lines of her face as the fire burned lower. "Far back in the night of time," she began, "there dwelled in the sky one of the great chiefs. He was the star known as Poutini. He remained in the heavens, but his tribe descended from the sky to Hawaiki where they became nounamu or, as the Pakehas call it, greenstone or jade. The pounamu folk were attacked by their enemies and driven out of Hawaiki, their first home. They migrated to our Aotearoa where they first landed at Tuhua. When they looked upon the people of Tuhua, they were afraid. They feared the Tuhua folk greatlv, for their appearance was ominous." There was not a stir amonc the young warrior listeners. The tone of her voice was melodious and full of mystery as she entranced them with her |