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Show 167 - You may expect me to cry vengeance unon the blood of my slain father, your oast great Chief Turi. But, my people, I speak to you this night under the s nirit of Rongc. God of neace. Turi might still be your leader were it not for useless war..." An old warrior at his side shouted, "He nuta taua ki_ _te. tane. he whanau tama ki te wahine. The battlefield with man, childbirth with woman." "Old man, you speak calmly of death," answered. Roa, his eyes flashing. "True, we all must nass through its gates: but are we so ansious to hasten the day that we die before our time? My father was still a young man. He leaves behind a forlorn wife and fatherless children. Ka_ tu whera te tawaha o te rir-i, kaore e. tltiro kj_ t_e ao. marama. The gates of x^ar are open and man reckons not of the world of life." A young warrior shouted from the audience, "Kia mau koe te kunu a. tou matua. Hold fast to the faith of vour father." "I hold fast," ansxA/ered Roa without hesitation. "My father knex«r of mv longing for peace for our land, He gave me his blessing and the sacred stick of office. He sooke of changes which were coming to |