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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