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          The king thought about the wise man’s words.  He decided that since his son was going to be a king, then he needed to help to support his journey. A weapon’s master named Dorje lived far away on a cliff near the great mountain slopes.  He had once been a general in the royal army. If anyone could teach the prince the skills of the five weapons he needed, it would be him.

          On Vajra’s eighth birthday he was loaded onto a sacred white elephant.  His mother and grandmother climbed onto a gray one behind.  A parade was held.  Red banners waved in the air. Songbirds flew through the sky.  Local villagers waved and smiled as they passed by. The elephants swayed as they stepped on the long road to the teacher’s home.

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