When my father went into the house to search for the metal, I stood by the door and my heart felt small and weak. It was a dead man's house. I looked at the bones in the shadow and kept my voice still.
Then my father came out with the metal-good, strong piece. He looked at me with both eyes but I had not run away. He gave me the metal to hold-I took it and did not die. So he knew that I was truly his son and would be a priest in my time.
After a time, I myself was allowed to go into the dead houses and search for metal. So I learned the ways of those houses-and if I saw bones, I was no longer afraid. The bones are light and old-sometimes they will fall into dust if you touch them, but that is a great sin.