As was custom, the story teller's hut had been set at the top of the hill on the west side of the village. It was a small hut, but it was clean and comfortable. The one room held bed, shelves, and a sitting area around a small table for when the history keeper came to relate new tales for the young man to pass on to his village. His food was provided, and prepared, by the village women, and his robes were few, keeping his laundering needs down to a minimum. Jason liked it, and that was all that mattered, for he was the one that had to live there. His needs were met, as was set down by the law, and the people of the village he had been assigned to were kind and generous, thus providing him with a few extra creature comforts such as ample pillows for his bedding, soft heavy blankets to ward off the chill of the night, and extra candles to ease his distress when in the dark.|
Paper was a luxury, in those times, and few could read. Books were a rarity, and were provided only for the clergy and king. All news, announcements, and histories, were related to the people through their village story teller. His was an important position, a coveted position, and warranted the pampering most villages chose to bestow. For, without the village story teller, the people were in the dark (as they say) as to what was going on in their realm. Plus the fact that, if your village were blessed with a talented story teller, he could fill up the quiet times with tales to entertain and amaze, as well as providing pertinent information. And, Jason was just such a talented young man.
Taller than most of the other boys in his area, he had stood out for one other thing...his ability to remember everything ever said to him. This was a gift most sought after in choosing and grooming the story tellers of the land. For, although those chosen to become story tellers were also taught to read, an excellent memory served in relating their tales. Less paper was needed for notes, fewer books were needed to be kept for reference, and more time could be spent in preparing an enthralling presentation, rather than preparation of retaining pertinent information.
Area information, news, and announcements, were reported on a weekly basis. These tellings usually occurred on the Sabbath, right after time of worship, and they were relayed to the people of the village at the village center. Histories, however, were told on a cycling calendar, and they were told in the circle in front of the story teller's hut. Special nights were set aside, all chores were finished early, and the people would assemble early in anticipation of an entertaining evening. In case of point, the particular evening of this telling was the one set aside for the telling of Abijah, God and Creator.
Smiling to himself, Jason smoothed the front of his earth-tone robe, ran a brush through his long ebony hair, and made sure his flask was full of water. There would be no good coming from a parched throat in the middle of telling.
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