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laughed.
Your grandfather wore no jewels," Sharru Nada spoke before he thought, then continued jokingly, "Would you leave no time for work?"
"Work was made for slaves," Hadan Gula responded.
Sharru Nada bit his lip but made no reply, riding in silence until the trail led them to the slope. Here he reined his mount and pointing to the green valley far away, "See, there is the valley. Look far down and you can faintly see the walls of Kano. The tower is the Temple of Kano. If thine eyes are sharp you may even see the smoke from the eternal fire upon its crest."
"So that is Kano? Always have I longed to see the wealthiest city in all the North ," Hada Gula commented. "Kano, where my grandfather started his fortune. Would he were still alive. We would not be so sorely pressed."
"Why wish his spirit to linger on earth beyond its allotted time? You and your father can well carry on his good work."
"Alas, of us, neither has his gift. Father and myself know not his secret for attracting the golden shekels."
Sharru Nada did not reply but gave rein to his mount and rode thoughtfully down the trail to the valley. Behind them followed the caravan in a cloud of reddish dust. Some time later they reached the kings' highway and turned south through the irrigated farms.
Three old men plowing a field caught Sharru Nada's attention. They seemed strangely familiar.
How ridiculous! One does not pass a field after forty years and find the same men plowing there. Yet, something within him said they were the same. One, with an uncertain grip, held the plow. The others laboriously plodded beside the oxen, ineffectually beating them with their barrel staves to keep them pulling.
Forty years ago he had envied these men! How gladly he would have exchanged places! But what a difference now. With pride he looked back

cloth and wore rich and becoming robes. He liked fine animals and sat easily upon his spirited Arabian stallion. To look at him one would hardly have guessed his advanced years. Certainly they would not have suspected that he was inwardly troubled.
The journey from the south is so long and the hardships of the desert many. These he minded not. The dasert tribes are fierce and eager to loot rich caravans. These he feared not for his many fleet mounted guards were a safe protection
About the youth at his side, whom he was bringing from the south, was he disturbed. This was Hadan Gula, the grandson of his partner of other years, Arad Gula, to whom he felt he owed a debt of gratitude which could never be repaid. He would like to do something for this grandson, but the more he considered this, the more difficult it seemed because of the youth himself.
Eyeing the young man's rings and earrings, he thought to himself, "He thinks jewels are for men, still he has his grandfather's strong face. But his grandfather wore no such gaudy robes. Yet, I sought him to come, hoping I might help him get a start for himself and get away from the wreck his father has made of their inheritance."
Hadan Gula broke in upon his thoughts, "Why do you work so hard, riding always with the caravan upon its long journeys? Don't you ever take time to enjoy life?"
Sharru Nada smiled. "To enjoy life?" he repeated."What wouldst thou do to enjoy life if thou wert Sharru Nada?"
"If I had wealth equal to thine, I would live like a prince. Never across the hot desert would I ride. I would spend the shekels as fast as they came to my purse. I would wear the richest of robes and the rarest of jewels. That would be a life to my liking, a life worth living." Both men laughed.
Your grandfather wore no jewels," Sharru Nada spoke before he

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SUBTITLE: THE VALUE OF WORK.
Author: Suleiman Ahmad

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