The Tale of Imekari-saam and Imekari-raas (pg. 208)
A children's fable, originating in Kont-aar, that has grown quite popular throughout Rivain.
"Witness Imekari-saam and Imekari-raas.
Imekari-saam was honest in all things.
Imekari-raas showed falsehood in his abilities.
Imekari-saam was evaluated by Arigena and assigned the role to which she was best suited.
Imekari-raas was evaluated and assigned, but to a role to which he was not best suited.
Imekari-saam lived long and well, certain and contented in her purpose.
Imekari-raas was tempted by demons that seized on his uncertainty and consumed his will.
He is Imesaar-bas and lost to the Qun.
Be something and content, like Imekari-saam.
Do not be nothing and dangerous, like Imesaar-bas. You will die."
The Chain of the Saarebas (pg. 213)
A fable told by the tamassrans to Qunari children who show signs of magical ability.
"A young Arvaarad was escorting his saarebas across a barren country alone. Cursed with magic, the saarebas was yoked and bound, his eyes hidden by a mask and his mouth closed with stitches. Yet the arvaarad was fresh to his duty, and his heart was full of doubts.
When they made camp that night, the arvaarad broke his vows and spoke to the saarebas. "You are possessed of magic," he said. "You have the power to level mountains and call the storm. But we place a simple yoke on your back and close your mouth, and say you are bound. How can this be true?"
The saarebas said nothing, but a figure stepped out of the darkness into the light of the campfire. It was misshapen and its hair was burning, and it cast no shadow. And the arvaarad was frozen in terror, because he know it for a demon.
The demon spoke of the saarebas and said: "Your arvaarad is a fool. You belong to me, mage, and I will do evil through you."
Speaking with difficulty through his sewn lips, the saarebas said: "Which part of me belongs to you?"
"Your hands, which will drip fire and lightning, and tear down the cities of your people," said the demon.
"My hands were bound by an ashkaari in accordance with the Qun," said the saarebas. "They are not mine to be taken."
"Then I will take your eyes, and show you the wonders of the Fade to seed envy in your heart," said the demon.
"A mask covers my eyes, with the verses of Koslun written on the underside," said the saarebas. "They are not mine to be taken."
"Your tongue, then," snarled the demon, "to speak of power and magic, to stir the kabethari and confuse the wisdom of the Qun!"
"My tongue was sealed behind my lips by the tamassrans," said the saarebas, "to speak only of simple things, and it is not mine to be taken."
In a fury, the demon caused the campfire to blaze up in a pillar of flame. The arvaarad was blinded, but when it died down, the demon was gone, and the saarebas remained unscathed.
The saarebas said: "It is not these trifles that bind me, arvaarad. It is the trust of our people and the demands of the Qun. I do not belong to myself, but to them. How can that chain be broken?"
Thus, the arvaarad was enlightened."
The Straight Path (pg. 215)
From the collection of approved lessons by the tamassrans of the Qunari.
"This is truth in a fiction. Here is the fiction: Once, a child was lost in a heavy rainstorm and wandered into a deep forest. For hours she walked, shivering in the rain and seeing no other thinking thing, until she came to the ruins of a temple from the ignorant times. Taking shelter, she found the destroyed statue of a forgotten god. Still visible on its plinth were the words: "Seek the light, and there find safety in me."
"This is a sign," said the child, for she was unfinished and not yet wise. "The god must still protect this place."
When the storm passed, the child ventured out. Thought it was dark, she could see a path through the forest nearby, washed clear by the rain. But beyond she saw a light between the trees, moving into the distance.
"I must follow the light to safety," the child said, proudly, "for the god sent those words to guide me. I will do as he commands."
So saying, she stepped off the path and followed the light. But because she was unfinished, she did not know she was following a wisp, a deceiver of the fade. Chasing it, the child was led astray among the trees, never to be seen again.
Here is the truth: That those who are unfinished follow whims and superstitions and are lost. But those who are finished know the value of the straight path."