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Anhte Kazol was a very ambitious man. He was born in this Nohn-Ke-Shi, from parents belonging to the plebs of the caravan, in no way slave but this status was not so far. During all his childhood, he suffered the hard law of the nomadism: how many attacks they had to put up with, in which parents and friends disappeared. So when he reached adolescence, he knew that he would die in the Nohn-Ke-Shi, so why not die after having taken advantages of the life and having a high status.
From then on the life amounts to climb up social levels, one by one. Some were easy and fast to climb up the others asked for more efforts, but at thirty years old he managed to be the councillor of the leader of caravan. One year later, he got married with the girl of the leader of caravan. Next year his wife gave him a child, regrettably the mother suffering from a malformation died during the childbirth. Anhte Kazol and his son were left on with no one. Anhte Kazol tried to forget his sorrow in the administration of the Nohn-Ke-Shi, his advices insidiously began to be more peremptory. At the same time the leader of caravan happy to have a grandson, spent more and more time with him, also it is quite naturally that Anhte Kazol became leader of caravan. With him as a leader, the caravan grows rich and became one of the most important Nohn-Ke-Shi.
Eight years after the death of his wife, his father-in-law tired of all these years spent in the service of the Nohn-Ke-Shi, sank into a well deserved eternal rest. Anhte Kazol was declared then officially leader of the caravan. But he did not receive any comfort from it, to drown himself in the management of the nomad city, he had not forgotten his wife and her absence was always felt more painfully. Without his father-in-law to moderate him, the management evolved still towards more hardness, while multiplying injustices. His son was only eight years old but already realized his father's errors, and began to work, with his little means, to repair these injustices and to console bullied people.
Some years later, the day of the fifteenth birthday of his son. Fairly irritated having judged a grave case of theft, as he returning to his tent, he was pushed down by a Jii-Rhân. Sprawled down, he boiled with anger, he asked for Jii-Ken, the owner of the animal, to come at once and start to knock him down, in spite of the injunctions of his councillor, without the intervention of his son Anhte Kazol would have certainly killed the old man. He understood that he had made a mistake, but being assailed by the paranoia since a certain time, he preferred to form a personal guard of foreign hirelings to protect him. His son apologized to old Jii-Ken for his father behaviour, then he became very close to the old man whom taught him critical sense, wisdom and philosophy. The son of Anhte Kazol did not have to celebrate any more birthdays with his father.
The more Anhte Kazol became unpleasant, the more his son won in popularity, so continued the life of the Nohn-Ke-Shi.
In the year of Anhte Kazol's son twenty fifth birthday, while Nohn-Ke-Shi crossed a big plain, they were attacked by wild beasts, while Anhte Kazol organized defence, his son pushed away the beasts with sword drawn. When wild beasts had taken their owed, they withdrew letting the caravan wade through its blood. Then someone discovered Anhte Kazol's son, lethally wounded, his sword broken at his side, he was returned to his father. Regrettably this last one did not have anything else to do watching him dying.
Anhte Kazol was only the shadow of the man he used to be, wanting to keep his son with him to bury him in Nohn-Ke ground, he bought without counting ice to preserve the body of his child, so he wasted the money of the caravan. His councillor try to resume the management of the convoy, he was not nevertheless able to prevent it from impoverishing. Especially since the news of need in ice spread away, and so the traders knew that they would sell their ice at high price.
From time to time, Anhte Kazol made an appearance, but they were rapidly dreaded, because they ended invariably by punishments, even by a summary execution, whatever reasons which had obliged him to leave his deceased son's bedside. At the same time, his hirelings won in authority and in impunity, which they overused every day more.
The news of the conservation of dead boby by Anhte Kazol finally arrived at the ears of a terrible parasite. So Ectat did not delay infiltrating Nohn-Ke, and was admitted with the leader. Then Ectat suggested to him to take his son back to life, regrettably they would need time and especially their favourite raw material, alive bodies. They did not know how long it could set, five, ten years, but to prove their honesty, they offered to Anhte Kazol a machine which would preserve his son much better and much longer than ice. Anhte Kazol having no other desires but only return of his son to life, he accepted, so began a traffic removing children and teenagers, nobody noticed it because regrettably the disappearances of people or animals are a part of the life of the convoy and they were in a dangerous region. So depenses stopped almost immediately being superior to incomes, the Nohn-Ke-Shi grew rich again.
As the convoy put foot on Mahina in Udrun valley, disappearances continued, the councillor and the old Jii-Ken went to complain to the leader of the caravan, but he did not want to hear anything of their complaints and chased them away without ceremonies.
But disappearances continued to multiply, as they returned towards Nohn-Ke-Sar. Exceeded, the councillor led his little investigation, but he was quickly track down by the henchmen of Anhte Kazol. One night, the councillor in search of evidences in the apartments of the leader of the caravan, set by his guard. Follows a parody of justice where the accused person was not even able to speak and where he was accused of the disappearance of the children. Nobody was convinced. But the councillor was recognized guilty and as such, they burned his tongue, they whipped him beyond the blood and let him rot under the sun in a cage too small for him. In spite of the loneliness, he managed to regroup some peoples around him, whom spread a wind of revolt all over the caravan. Today, this councillor changed his name, he is " The one who stopped travelling " Rhallie, and in spite of a remained weak and hoarse voice and his painfully arched bearing, he knows how to be listened when he steers Nohn-Ke-Sar.
During the crossing of Amonn's salty desert, every day the old Jii-Ken tried to intercede in favour of the prisoner, which under the blazing sun sank quickly into coma. But he can't change anything, Anhte Kazol wanted to see his councillor dying. As every day, Anhte Kazol visited the prisoner, being delighted to see him drying. During one of the prison excursions, the Jii-Rhân which had pushed him down many years ago, pushed him down again more strongly, seeming to indicate to him that it went too much far into the tyranny. Being unaware of the message, Anhte Kazol shot down the animal at once, the old Jii-Ken seeing his old friend bathed in his blood, was invaded by an unspeakable sadness so he commited suicide, near his murdered friend, he found peace.
An indescribable wave of feelings swelled, where got involved anger, pain, sadness, fear, hate. This wave resumed finally consciousness to Anhte Kazol, who had no time to complain about the lives which he had destroyed, like his own one, he knew that his death was close and he accepted it resigned, because the death, is fair.
All the Nohn-Ke-Shi took part in the fall of their leader and his guard. But a fast death was too sweet for the sum the evil for which these people were responsible. So they were lacerated, stabbed, burned, crushed, disemboweled, but it was alive that they were impaled and painted with salt, face to face to see the horror of their mutilations and especially seeing the death arrived slowly, very slowly. Then in their foot, the crowd abandoned their jewels and hoarse, personal effects broken down. They were denied.
Then Nohn-Ke found peace and were invaded by an huge sadness and all cried and all cursed this day. When they had stopped crying, they finally prepared a pyre for the Jii-Rhân, his boss and the son of Anhte Kazol still in the freezing machine.
The fire set quickly and became so gigantic, it can be seen from Nohn-Ke-Sar and even on east mountains of Mahina. And again Nohn-Ke lamented the departure of the deads. Anhte Kazol felt the heat of the pyre in the back, he perceived his reddish glow on the skin of the guard whom expired in front of him. But he does not see the departure of his son towards the world of the deads. And there only he knew that he was cursed. And there only he lamented his son, as a father.
Since, this day is known under the naming of the Nohn-Ke Tragedy, every year the nomads remember. But rather than to make it as a day of sad meditation, they preferred to make it as a holiday where they celebrate enthusiastically their Jii-Rhân, which for the occasion are decorated with garlands, with materials, with jewels. Jii-Rhân without whom Nohn-Ke would certainly disappear.