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Show - 106 - 1 &m a Rangatira. And you may never enter into my soul this closely again. You are my eldest son. In you hangs my own hopes and dreams. Again, ironically you hate war and combat, but I see you as a future leader among our people desoite your personal wishes." Turi's voice took on a strange "ualitv as though he was speaking pronhetically. "Yes, my son, I see you as a great warrior and leader among our people. Your brother shall yet follow you faithfully. Somehow, you shall be the instrument of the gods in working a tremendous good among many of our people, even bevond the boundaries of our own tribe." He fell silent. They walked without sneaking among the lengthening shadows. Tawhiri-matea, father of the winds, breathed gently and rustled the leaves of the kalkomako, mahoe, totara, and kauri trees. Tane-mahuta, father of the forest, birds, insects, and living creatures, turned over in his bed and stirred to life. Ruru, the owl, uttered his first mournful sounds of night. "My father," Roa remarked after a long stillness, "I appreciate your taking me into the con- |