Pirler Ve Dedelerв Ya Hд±zд±r -

As the stranger finished, he looked at the gathered Pirler and Dedeler. "You give when you have nothing," he noted. "This is the path of the true elders."

The winter had been cruel. Snow buried the doorsteps, and the grain bins were nearly empty. In the village "Cemevi"—the gathering house—the elders (Dedeler) sat around a low fire. Their faces, etched with the lines of a thousand stories, were grave. Pirler Ve DedelerВ Ya HД±zД±r

The head Dede, a man with eyes as clear as mountain springs, looked into the flames. "We do not just pray to the Pirler to change the weather," he said softly. "We ask them to open our hearts so that may find a way in." The Stranger in the Storm As the stranger finished, he looked at the