The Rising Tree The village of Bandar was known to be a hard place. True, it was rocky and
bitter cold. But eleven-year-old Sayla loved her homeland. She loved the
eerie wind. She loved the spoon-grey sky. Most of all, she loved the ancient
trees. For this was the secret of Bandar: its trees were magic.
One had only to wait for autumn, when the leaves fell. To release the trees'
magic, the leaves were crumbled into dust and scattered while a spell was
chanted
Each type of tree had its own magic. A few people, like the wise Dearna,
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Read this excerpt from i never had it made. "it's all that ought to count," he replied. "but it isn't. maybe one of these days it will be all that counts. that is one of the reasons i've got you here, robinson. if you're a good enough man, we can make this a start in the right direction. but let me tell you, it's going to take an awful lot of courage." he was back to the crossroads question that made me start to get angry minutes earlier. he asked it slowly and with great care. "have you got the guts to play the game no matter what happens? " "i think i can play the game, mr. rickey," i said. the next few minutes were tough. branch rickey had to make absolutely sure that i knew what i would face. beanballs would be thrown at me. i would be called the kind of names which would hurt and infuriate any man. i would be physically attacked. could i take all of this and control my temper, remain steadfastly loyal to our ultimate aim? which is the central idea of this excerpt?

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