oberyin

He started for Bilik, and whether his hand was raised to deal the oberyin a blow or merely in a dramatic gesture, only he knew.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

How foolish was it of me to want to become an oberyin like you?

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

Bilik oberyin came before us to speak of many secrets, long buried.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

Watching her tenderness, the oberyin turned away, shamefaced.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

First, of course, you must come to the notice of your village oberyin and be found worthy.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

That oberyin, Bilik, the one she used to have some kind of understanding with.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

More than anything, I wanted to become an oberyin, to enter the closed teachings, but when I was old enough for the judging and the choosing, our own oberyin, Bilik, said that my pride had made me an unfit vessel, ready to shatter and spill the precious teachings.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

“We respect you, Bilik oberyin, and we want to understand your ways.”

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

Wherever our vistors come from, might be their own oberyin brought them word of our great blessing.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990

They could begin by teaching the oberyin new skills, instruct them in the making of new remedies and preventatives.

TO STORM HEAVEN ESTHER FRIESNER 1990