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          Master Dorje was famous throughout the kingdom for his skill in four weapon forms.  He was fast as the wind with the bow, strong as a tree with his staff, fluid as water with the sword, and a weathered master of the martial arts.

          Now the warrior’s home sat on a cliff overlooking a large ravine. A narrow bridge spanned both sides.  Far below, a river snaked its way toward the sea.

          Here the prince met his first test.  He would have to cross the bridge alone. On the other side Master Dorje watched him carefully. Fear makes you clumsy.  To cross the bridge he would have to move past his fear to get to the other side.

          Vajra hugged his grandmother and then his mother. He bowed and made his way to the edge. The bridge swayed softly in the wind, the boards creaked, and a wave of fear threatened to wash over him.  But Vajra kept his eyes on the other side where his new teacher stood. Step by trembling step, he inched forward gently.  When he finally made it to the other side his mother almost fainted with relief.

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