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Show - ue They were both silent while they continued to eat the delicious fish cakes. Roa liked, the x»rarm relaxed feeling of being In his grandmother's whare where he could, truly be himself. "Grandmother Wetekia," be asked, "You said that your own father was a great warrior and yet a kind man. Excuse my boldness in asking, but how can one be both x^arrior and also be kind? A warrior must kill and destroy. Does this leave room for kindness? This is my conflict. I x^ant to be brave and coixra-geous. I want to prove my manhood to my father, to my friends, and to myself. But my soul cries out that killing and war are wrong." His grandmother's eves looked deep into his own. "It is impossible for someone to give you an answer to your nuestion. This must be found in the depths of your own conscience. I will give you a thought to nonder, however. Perhaps killing and war become necessary at times. Some men would perform the act out of necessity to protect themselves or their loved ones* other men would delight in it and lust after the killing and war: other men would, refuse to participate and thus would perish." |