They ask me who I am. "I am a pupil of Drona," I say. The whisper amongst themselves. Until I hear them say, "Call for Drona. Call for Drona." Before Drona arrives, I make the decision that I will do whatever must be done to have some good fortune for my name. It isn't fair that I wasn't born to wealth and that eliminates my rights. Drona approaches me saying, "I have heard a word that you claim yourself to be my pupil." I nod my head. "Yes, ask of me anything and I shall deliver." Drona thinks for a second. "Chop off thy right thumb, for that is what I must have of you." I nod, and with a smile and my head held high grab for my knife. I place my hand on a tall rock nearby and quickly slice my thumb from my right hand. The blood begins to gush and quickly I rip a piece of my garment off to wrap my severed hand in. I turn to hand my prized thumb to Drona. And then it hits me. How might I have any skill left witho...
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