An ancient myth of Sioux Indians, says that once came to the tent of the old magician man of the tribe, caught hand in hand, the Wild Bull, the most brave and honored young warrior, and High Cloud, the daughter of the chief, one of the most beautiful women of the tribe. "We love each other" starts the young man. "And we will get married" she says. "And we love each other so much that we are afraid ..." "We would like some magical, an amulet, a talisman ..." "Something that will guarantee us that we will be together forever." "Where it will ensure that we will be side by side until we meet the Manitou, the day of our death." "So please" they begged, "tell us what we can do ..." The magician looks at them and he is touched from their youth, that they are so in love, to yearn so much of a word. "There's something ..." says the wise magician finally after some time. "But I do not ...
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