Whenceupon Lorot Son of the Hills trudged to the Hill of Truth, to listen to the echoes of the Hill and to be the intermediary of the secrets of the hills. It was in the evening, and all mortal men were going to their homesteads. But Lorot Son of the Hills was going to commune with the Hills. When everywhere is quiet and only the sound of an occasional low of a cow or a bleat of a goat is heard does Lorot Son of the Hills go to the Hills. This was such a day, this was such a moment.
Then I heard a voice:
"Lorot Son of the Hills, the sons and daughters of the hills are a troubled lot. Their breaasts are full of sorrow and their conscience laden with collective guilt. They are afraid of their shadows. They are afraid of living like true sons and daughters of the hills. Their shoulders are stooped with the weariness of their burdens and their backs are bent with the weight of their cruel lives."
"Go and tell them that they should keep their spirits calm and learn to live again. Go and tell them that they should not lose sleep for their sordid past. They should walk with their heads straight and their gait unparalleled. Lorot Son of the Hills, go and tell them..."
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