Once upon a time as ancient as memory, in a land more distant than a forgotten thought...
...scrush, scrush, scrush...
A little girl sought an answer before she knew the question.
... S h h h w s s h h s h h ...
She spends most all day outside, stalking small secrets. Like a Mantis hunting its prey. But unlike a Mantis, she never hunts to kill.
There you are.
You'll be my companion for the Winter.
It's so boring and lonely inside
the city walls.
MYr - INnn - DAHhh!
In a single weave we exist. Unending fabrics intertwined to form an unending garment.
No wall can keep out the fundamental truth of the interconnectedness of life.
Still that is no comfort to a father like Shchem when his daughter Myrindah is missing.
Shchem, we must start the fires.
The Patriglyph will be on us if we don't.
But Myrindah is still
out there somewhere!
The patriglyph will not think the life of one farmer's daughter more important than the Rule of The Pillar!
And so the Rule of the Pillar begins turning like a grindstone in the name of Law.
LIGHT THE FIELDS!
But Law is not always Justice!
YOU would have
MY DAUGHTER DIE!?
Are you MAD!?
The Law of The Patriglyph is the LAW of the PILLAR!
Obey the LAW of the PILLAR!
What are you looking at?
BURN THE FIELDS!!
He went CRAZY. He tried to keep us from performing the fire cleansing! All because his idiotic daughter got herself lost again.
She's always running around, getting herself into trouble. A lil' curse since birth!
That's her! That's the little witch Myrindah! There's the reason Shchem had to die!
And bring her with us.
That's it. It takes the wisdom of the Hamaneem to decide what to do with a girl who kills her father !
So many years have past since, those days before she came to be among us. Those days when Pillar had stood through countless revolutions of the Sun and Moon, those days when it seemed Pillar would stand through countless revolutions of the Sun and Moon to come. I remember the city as it was then so long ago, her silken towers, her spiced aroma, the music of her streets.
Gentlemen and Ladies, Pilgrims and all friends from near and far. The Metamorphisis is nearly upon us. Buy Now! The finest weaves in Pillar, and we MUST sell as many as we can.
Buy Now! Before the Metamorphisis begins and our doors close. Buy Now!
Don't let the moment pass! Buy Now! If you don't take these weaves from us the Hamaneem surely will! Buy Now! The strongest weaves in all of Pillar!
That's right sir. The strongest weaves in all of Pillar! Allow me to demonstrate for you.
Allow me to show the strength, neigh impenetrable might of these weaves sir!
Very well then.
Come on Din!
If you'd be so kind as to hold half the swatch sir?
In the name of Hahman Din! Won't you ever develop? My apologies sir, My younger brother is obviously a weakling.
-hrnt! ...clearly there is some heft to the thing.
Hold it up now Din, so the man of business can see.
Pull it tight and you see how it holds the weight.
Well leastways you can see the tensility of the thing, sir.
Many of the weaves are as quality as that boy. They are made of Pillar silk after all. A Single strand of the stuff could suspend a ball that heavy.
True enough sir. But would the weaves be this seamless and magnificent?
It is quality.
Of the highest, sir. Our father Gaon Betar will accept no less. It is how our family's name has come to be known in all parts.
I've never heard of you.
Stab it, sir!
What's that now?
I say Stab it! Stab it! Scrape it! Rasp it! It will not fray Sir!
And there won't be a mark on it when we are finished. If you would be so kind to (grunt) pause for a moment I will show you.
You see sir thin as a handkerchief and neither a fray nor a pulled stitch to show for all that exertion.
Well you've certainly gone through the trouble. What are your prices?
That is best left for my father the man himself. Let me take you to him.
There he is now. Father! This man of business would like to inquire as to our pricing.
Show him in son. I will be with you in a moment, sir.
After I deal with my other boy Din.
Get up and get to work.
Still sitting there feeling sorry for yourself huh?
Oh get over Din will ya? You little toad.
I think you broke my shoulder!
See! You're fine. If you'd had broken your shoulder you would have twice as-
No, No, No!
What are they doing with her?
She's an orphan. The Hamaneem own her now.
They're going to take her to the temple.
Better be careful, Din. You keep messing up and you may find yourself there.