A group of men who lacked compelling local ties formed a pact to travel in search of the sun's resting place. Their treck across plains, rivers, hills, and seas yielded countless anecdotes. At last they saw the sun fall to earth ahead of them.
The place where it fell was not a well-appointed bower nor a night-defying fortress as they had supposed. Instead, it was a barren area of boulders and crags, unpeopled and useless. They passed a pale man poking among the recesses who asked them to call if they found the sun, a request to which they agreed.
They did find it, the sun, a radiant ball smaller than they expected though too large to raise without two hands and better yet two men and heavy beside, perfect in its roundness. When they called the pale man that he might see it also, he thanked them, hefted it without any sign of exertion, and hurled it far above the clouds where it became brighter still.
He followed it, but the band of travelers considered the compact fulfilled. The members traveled here and there and each became a great lord because of the power they absorbed because of the sun's brief nearness. Everywhere they encouraged their subjects (and their peers as well) to transfer their veneration from the sun to the moon.
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