After saying the sunrise prayer, the monks sensed something in the air. They followed the scent, which led them to a pile of rags. One priest, with trembling fingers, counted the packages. There were seven in total. He exchanged glances with the two priestesses accompanying him. Curiously, they untied the bundled packages. Each one contained the same thing: beautiful, finely chopped, roasted meat.

  The priestesses agreed that they had sent off seven wounded individuals the previous day. They also agreed that they had said a blessing for the journey seven times. As they shared these thoughts with each other, they became certain that this was the Light's reward for their work, the Light's blessing upon the meat. The Light's message was in these seven packages.

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  Right there, they fell to their knees and gave thanks to the Light, then said another prayer for the injured who had set out the previous day, that they might reach their destination safely.

  With even greater diligence and love, they tended to the injured, serving with more perseverance. They gave the seven blessed packages of meat to the travelers with eyes shining with joy, and they fed the newborns with it.