Usinara
January 12, 2010
ONCE a wounded dove was fluttering in fear, panic and desperation. Close behind was her pursuer, a hawk. Trapped, the dove entered via a small shutter, and collapsed in a silent room.
In that room of the castle, King Usinara was sitting, reading, with only two servants in attendance.
The desperate bird fell at the feet of the king and gasped “Help me!”
Usinara saw the bloodied body of the bird. So he picked her up, and ordered one of his s
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