Only two shaman candidates remained.


    The old shaman looked at them, uncertain.


    Both were respected and admired in the tribe.


    Both had fought spirits and emerged victorious.


    At last, the shaman spoke.


    "Tonight, go to the mountain," he said.


    "Meet the One Who Vanishes in Three Steps. Let him decide."


    The two candidates set off.


    The bolder one reached the peak first.


    As it had been for centuries, the ancient spirit was waiting.


    The candidate stepped forward.


    The old spirit took three steps back—and vanished.


    The second candidate approached the peak but stopped.


    He crouched down, keeping his distance from the old spirit.


    They sat in silence until dawn.


    As the sun rose, the One Who Vanishes in Three Steps smiled.


    "Sometimes, the fast one wins," he said.


    "And sometimes, the patient one does."


    He placed his precious staff before the young shaman.


    Then he took three steps—and vanished.