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Show - 17* change. Strong, young men of courage like yourself will be needed to meet these changes. Men like yourself will lead our neonie because vou have vision, and a soirit which questions and seeks and explores." "You sneak strangely, father. It is not my time to lead. You are not old, thy wife will soon present you with another child." Turi waved his hand. "No, Roa, I am not old in body, but I am old in tradition and old in the ways of our people. Because of this I grow old in snirit, and my usefulness to my neonie wanes. My time to serve is coming to an end." "But, mv father," Roa began to protest. "It is so," said Turi vehemently. "I have suoken." He turned and walked away. Roa thrashed restlessly on the sleeping mat. Perspiration trickled in the creases of his neck and dox«ni the small of his back. His comnanion wife, Moana, placed her hand soothingly unon his forehead. "Are you not well, my comnanion husband?" she whispered to him. |