Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 18:24:03 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thai Pan - chapter 1

[To the Nifty Archivist: This new Gay story is most suitable for the
Older-Young section, and/or the High School section (although schools are
not involved!]


THAI PAN : A JUNGLE TALE

My latest story for Nifty takes a quite different approach to my previous
stories (for a list of which, please see the end of this chapter). This is
a more timeless tale. You could regard it as more of a sexual fable or myth
– with its roots deep in our collective history, culture and traditions as
gay men and male tribes. The tale involves teenage boys and their
discoveries with each other, and with a few men as mentors or guides. It is
set deep in a jungle forest amidst myths, rituals, rites, taboos,
initiation and elderhood.


CHAPTER 1

I am Nattawut and this is my story. I was born in the country that you now
know as Thailand, in south-east Asia. My birth occurred a long way from the
cities that you have heard about – Bangkok, Phuket, Pattaya, Chiang Mai. My
unremarkable birth happened far to the north, close to the borders with
neighbouring lands, in a small village of a couple of thousand people. Our
way of life went back centuries. We live in wooden houses usually built on
stilts above the ground, with space beneath for our animals at night, and
for us to shelter from the strong sun during the day. Surrounding the
village are paddy fields for growing rice crops and smaller cultivated
areas of land where we grow vegetables. Most houses keep chickens and some
men rear pigs; there are buffaloes that help with the heavy work on the
land; occasionally an elephant-herder will bring one or two of these
magnificent animals to haul trees from the forest and undertake other tasks
that require strength and power. There are rivers in the wet season that
provide fish; in the drier seasons, we keep the water in artificial ponds
to enable the fields to be irrigated and the animals to be watered; some
families have dug wells to bring water up from beneath the ground. It is a
simple life, governed by the sun and the moon bringing light and heat, and
by the natural seasons that determine our farming. We are content. Some
people leave to try their luck elsewhere, sometimes to return after a few
years, either richer or poorer. We trade with surrounding villages, and
other men and women pass through quite regularly bringing us things that we
can buy in exchange for the produce of our village. When something
unfortunate happens – an accident, a flood, a fire, a death – people help
each other as much as they can. You never know when it might be you that
needs the help of your neighbours. For the most part, we are content.

I'm not sure exactly when I was born as we have no official records. Our
history is told by people telling stories. When I look at my body, I know
that I am growing up now. There is some hair beneath my arms and just above
my penis, although the rest of my body is smooth and without hair. When I
look at the other people as they swim in the river or change their clothes,
I can see that I am more than a boy and yet still less than a man. No-one
has talked with me about marriage, and the idea of being with a girl does
not figure in my thoughts or my dreams. When I wake up in the night with a
wetness on my body it is usually because I have been dreaming of one of the
other boys in our village. If you wanted to count my age in seasons, then I
have probably lived at least 14 rainy seasons and yet not 18 such seasons.

One reason that I cannot tell you my age in years more accurately is that
both my father and my mother have passed. My father became sick many years
ago and he passed peacefully. My mother did give birth to my brother but he
lived for only a few months before the fever took him. My mother and my
grandparents took very good care of me. I loved them greatly and we shared
many good times together. It is now three years since my mother was injured
in an accident. We have no hospitals here and she was treated with our
local traditional medicines. Her wound became infected and after a few
months she passed. Since then, I have been living in our family home,
looking after our animals and growing some crops with the help of
neighbours. I am lucky to have aunts and uncles living in the village and
they are very generous in the care they give me. They will always feed me
and provide for me. I try to be independent but it is not always easy. I
miss my parents very much. Quite often I feel lonely when I am sleeping in
our family home on my own.

Now you know a little about my background and about my life in the village.
I don't know if you want a description of me, or if your imagination is
good enough to picture me in your mind. I think I have an average height
for a teenage boy of my age. I have a slim to average build for our
culture. Our fresh diet and healthy exercise means that none of us has too
much fat. Because I have to work on the land, I am developing good muscles
in my legs, thighs, arms and shoulders. My skin is a brown-colour all over
my body because I am used to being in the sun. I mentioned before that my
skin is smooth and without hair – except in those hidden places where it is
now growing out-of-sight of everyone except myself. I am aware of
developing a man's penis between my legs. Now it is longer and thicker than
when I was a boy. I can feel my genitals against my thighs when I swim or
walk, and this pleases me greatly. It is some time ago now that I
discovered the pleasure which these parts of my body are capable of giving
me. We have no shame in this, although it is private. We see the animals
doing this in nature and know that it is natural. There are many evening
when I am alone in the house and find that touching and stroking myself in
this way brings me great pleasure and comfort.   Some of the women say I am
becoming good-looking, but I don't think I should comment about this. My
hope is that if you were to see me for real, you would find me pleasing and
attractive.

We have some adults in the village who provide teaching to the young
children. I have always enjoyed my lessons and this is where I have learned
to read and write. I read as many books as I can find (which is not as many
as I would like) and this gives me confidence to write this story for you.

One evening, I returned alone to the house and climbed the steps to the
door. I had been working in the fields all day and one of my aunts had made
some food which she invited me to share with her family. Now I felt both
full and tired. I was in need of a shower and was contemplating whether to
use my hand to pleasure myself before sleeping. I heard a shout from down
the track and saw one of my friends running towards me. "Nattawut,
Nattawut, wait a moment," he shouted. I waited for him to approach closer
before opening the door. It was one of my cousins calling. "I have a
message for you, Nattawut. The message is from Muni. He asks you to visit
him. He wants to see you this evening and asks that you go to his house."

Muni is one of the elders in our village. It is difficult to tell but he
might be a similar age in years to my father, when my father passed. Muni
travels a great deal. Sometimes he is away from our village for many
months. Then suddenly, one day, he will be back again. He never explains
where he has been or what he has been doing. He lives alone in his house.
He has no wife and I have never seen him with a girl. His house is quite
different to the others. He seems to live in just one small room. A larger
room is where people visit him. I have been in this room just a few times;
mostly when my father or mother was ill. I have not been there for at least
two years. The room does not have much furniture and people usually sit on
the floor, although Muni himself has a large wooden chair with a cushion
and arms at the side. Around the room are all kinds of decorations from
nature – leaves and branches, stones and shells, bones and plants. There
are also some tables and shelves that are covered in strange objects like
sculpture, artwork, carvings and masks. I think that where you live, you
might call this some form of `temple'.

Muni is a man of great wisdom. People go to him if they have a question or
a problem. He listens to them, asks them questions, and sometimes tells
them things. This does not always make people feel better, but it does
usually lead to some changes in their lives. He is also known to be a
medicine man. He can make medicine using the plants in the fields and the
forest. Sometimes he mixes powders and liquids that he buys from the
traders, or brings back with him from his travels. When he is living in the
village, people come from a long way away to consult him about their
worries and their illnesses. It is said by some people that Muni is like a
prophet; that he can see what is going to happen. The children and some of
the families are often scared of his skills, but others think he is so wise
that they visit him regularly. Muni does not take part in many of the
village celebrations and activities. He prefers to keep himself a little
separate. No-one seems to know his movements, nor where he gained his
knowledge and wisdom.

To be asked to visit him is very unusual. I have never heard of anyone else
being asked to visit him. Usually, people went to see him because they
wanted his advice or help. He had not spoken to me since my mother's ashes
were put in the ground. Now my cousin was telling me that he wanted me to
visit him – tonight. Had I done something dreadfully wrong? Did he have a
message for me from my parents? What could this mean?

I turned away from the door and descended the steps of the house. Muni's
house was set a little way outside the village. It would take me more than
ten minutes to walk there. I set off feeling scared, anxious and a little
excited about this unexpected request.

oOo

As I approached Muni's house, my pace slowed. I felt very unsure about what
to expect. The light was fading at the end of the day. The doors and
windows of his house were closed, but a low warm light was escaping from
various chinks in the wooden cladding. I climbed the steps and slipped my
footwear off on the external terrace. I took a deep breath before knocking
on the door.

"Please come in," said a deep resonant voice from within. I opened the door
and stepped inside, pulling the door closed quickly behind me to prevent
any mosquitoes from entering. "Ah, Nattawut, it is very good of you to
come. Please come forward and choose a cushion to make yourself comfortable
on the floor." I looked around the room. It was still furnished and
decorated as I remembered from a couple of years before. Muni himself was
sitting upright on a large cushion on the floor. He had been reading a book
which was still held in one hand; he slowly put it down on the floor as I
sat opposite him. By his side was a cup containing some warm drink that was
releasing a little steam into the air. He watched me, smiling.

"How are you, young man? It is some time since I last had the pleasure of
your company. And then the circumstances around your mother's passing were
not such happy ones. I see you have been growing into a fine strong young
man. Your mother and father would be very proud of you if they could see
you, as I see you now, sitting before me. Tell me, what have you been doing
recently?"

His questions put me a little more at my ease – though I still had no idea
why he had summonsed me. I told him about some of the events in my life
over the past year or two, although in truth, there was little that he
could not have guessed for himself. He asked about my health and my wider
family. He told me that he had heard all about my interest in learning, and
that this pleased him greatly. As we talked, I began to relax more in his
company. Whilst he was greatly respected as a wise elder by everyone, he
had always been friendly and caring towards me on those occasions when our
paths had crossed.

"Well, I expect you want to know why I have asked you to come and visit me,
Nattawut," he began after twenty minutes or so. I nodded, and waited for
him to continue. "You may not realise this, young man, but I have always
taken a very special interest in you since you were a child. It is true
that you have not spent much time in my company and thus you do not
particularly know me. But I assure you, I know quite a lot about you. You
hold a very special place in my heart." As he said this, he placed his hand
over his heart and made a small bow towards me, whilst also touching the
book at his side.

"I was not aware of that, Muni," I said. "What have I done to bring such
attention on myself?"

"It is not so much what you have done – for you have done nothing that you
should be anxious or ashamed of. It is more a matter of who you are and who
you might become that holds my attention and interest. Ever since the day
of your birth, several of the elders and wise men have been aware of you.
You have special qualities that you will not yet be aware of. These
qualities will call you into service and may offer you the opportunity to
be a leader towards others. I will speak more of this in a moment. I
believe your parents saw something of this in you when you were still a
baby. They brought you to see me several times when you were still very
young. You probably don't remember. I was able to consult my books and my
guides and I was able to confirm to them that you had great potential. They
loved you very much. Even though they realised a little of your qualities,
they never treated you any differently to any of the other children in the
village as you grew up. They knew that knowledge and intelligence would
help you in your role through life, and they encouraged you to learn. I am
so pleased that you have devoted yourself so much to your studies. But now
is the time to lay aside the learning from teachers and from books, and to
learn instead the great lessons of nature and the wisdom traditions that
come from your own experience."

"But what is it that you want me to do?" I interrupted.

"Patience, please, Nattawut. All will be revealed to you, if you choose the
path before you. But it will not all happen at once. Even I cannot know the
answer to all your questions, nor how you may respond. All that I know for
sure is that you have a particular calling that will bring you respect,
trust, good counsel, and honour."

There was a pause whilst he let me absorb some of his message. He
continued: "Your parents understood that you needed to grow in strength, in
independence, in self-reliance, and in confidence. This they encouraged in
you. In their own quiet way, they encouraged you on the path you are
already walking. Their unfortunate passing was a shock to you and to
everyone else in your family. You were left alone and had to discover ways
to live without your parents. You needed to dig down into those strengths
that your parents had been fostering within you. Strange though it is to
say this, you may even have suffered the loss of your parents at such a
relatively young age in order that these capacities might be more
consciously strengthened within you. We cannot know for sure. The loss of
your parents is also painful to you, and all such pain and suffering has
the potential to be of service to us in the future."

I felt myself close to tears as he spoke of my mother and father in this
way. Muni must have realised this for he stopped again. "Let me fetch you a
warm drink to sooth and comfort you," he said, as he stood and went into
the back room for a minute or two. He returned with another steaming cup,
infused with herbs and leaves that he passed to me before retaking his seat
on the cushion.

"I have been following you these last few years. Even when I am away, there
are people who are looking out for you and keeping me informed. You won't
have been aware of it, but I have been following your growth and maturing
with deep interest. You have done very well, Nattawut. I feel pleased for
you and honoured to know you."

I looked across to him, and he held my gaze. I had no idea what to say.
What was different about me? What was I being asked to do? What is this
future that he was talking about?

"You will have many questions, Nattawut. And I can't give you the answers.
You can be certain, though, that you will find the answers for yourself.
You will be guided to fulfil the role that is yours. I do not know for sure
what that is. What I do know, and can tell you, is that I see in you some
of the qualities and abilities that I had when I was your age. If you
choose, you will grow wise. You will become a respected leader of men. You
must have trust in yourself and in your own experience and instinct."

There was another pause before I spoke. "What is it that I must do, Muni? I
do not understand all that you are saying. I would welcome your guidance."

"Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded. "Then I want you to go away this
evening and consider what I am about to say." I looked at him and nodded
slowly.

He picked up his book and held it in his lap. His turned his face to look
at an object on the wall. His gaze softened. It was quiet for a couple of
minutes before he turned back to look at me again.

"Nattawut, I sense that you are called to go on a journey. I do not know
where it will take you, but I know the direction you should set out upon.
You will go alone, but you will not be alone. You will be guided on the
journey. Others will meet you on the path.  You should know that I too have
walked some of this path before you. You should take some clothes and some
food with you, yet still travel light. Make sure your footwear is good. Do
not worry about your family; they will understand your leaving. All that
you need will be provided."

"When must I go?"

"It will become clear. Come back and see me again tomorrow at the same time
with your answer. Spend tomorrow alone. Prepare yourself. Go and visit the
ashes of your mother and father. Gather anything that is special to you to
accompany you on your journey. Be careful who you talk with about our
conversation tonight – for most people will not understand it. Above all,
consider your willingness to accept a significant role of leadership with
others."

"Thank you, Muni. I will." I turned to leave him, but he called me back.

"One more thing. Tomorrow, you will give me your answer. If you choose to
accept and set out on this journey, I will have prepared a ceremony for
you, here, in this room. It is a strange ritual – one that you may not
expect. It is one I have done myself several times before embarking on my
journeys. For I too have travelled this path. You should not be embarrassed
or ashamed about this ritual. It is a ritual for a man, a leader; it is a
ritual of manhood; it is an ancient ritual. We will do the ritual together
before you set out." He stopped and looked at me again. "Now go home,
Nattawut. Sleep. Prepare yourself tomorrow. And we will meet here in the
evening."

I turned and left his house, walking slowly back home in the dark,
confused, uncertain and yet excited at all that I had heard.

oOo

The next day, I did as Muni had asked me. I spent time alone wandering
through my family home and across our fields, as if to say `good-bye'. I
walked into the forest to visit places familiar to me from my childhood. I
sat at the scattering sites of my parents' ashes, listening for their
voices. I avoided other people where I could. And when I returned home, I
packed a small bag with a few clothes and a few favourite possessions.
Somehow I didn't need to really question the decision I was making. It was
happening instinctively within me. I felt I was being called to take up the
challenge of this journey, even though I could not imagine what it might
involve. I did trust Muni. I knew how much Muni was respected by everyone
for his wisdom and insight. And if he saw something in me – that I was
completely unaware of – then I should be prepared to go along with it.

As dusk fell again in our village, I took a last look-around the only home
I had ever known and slowly closed the door on it. I walked the paths of
the village, keeping to the shadows so as not to have to talk with people.
As I drew close to Muni's more isolated house, I saw that it was in almost
total darkness; there was just a thin strip of dim light escaping from
beneath the door.

I climbed the steps and removed my shoes. I looked around a few times
before knocking on the door.

"Come in, my boy," I heard, "I thought this would be you. Welcome. Come,
sit." He pointed to the cushion in the middle of the floor. This time, he
was sitting on a low chair facing the cushion. The only light came from a
few candles and the flames flickered in the softly moving air of the room,
as shadows moved across the walls. Muni was bare-chested. I'd never seen
him like this before. He wore a long deep-red-coloured sarong, tied at his
waist, and covering his legs. On a low table beside him lay a book and a
strange golden-coloured cup or bowl covered in designs or lettering. "I
have heard you have been wandering around our village today, not quite
yourself. I trust you have been contemplating all that I said last night. I
was confident you would return this evening. Tell me, Nattawut, what is
your decision? Are you prepared to take the journey that we discussed? A
journey that I have been on, yet which will be entirely different for you.
A journey into the mystery, the unknown, a place where you will truly
discover yourself."

"Yes, Muni, I will," I replied, with more strength than I felt. "I have so
many questions – about why me, about what will happen to me, about the
purpose - but I know you will not be able to answer them for me in a way
that I can understand. I must trust you to know what is best for me. I will
take this journey."

"That is good. I do not know your future. I simply know that this is the
journey for you, as it was for me. No matter what happens, you will not
regret this. It will make you into a true man. This evening, we will
prepare together. Tonight you will sleep here on my floor. And tomorrow,
when the sun arises, we will talk out into the forest together and I will
send you on your way with my blessing."

He sat talking with me for some time in that candle-lit room. He warned me
of the animals I might meet. He said that hidden eyes would be watching me.
He told me to expect strangers on the path, and to use my natural instinct
about whether to trust them. He told me to travel light, and that I would
find food and water along the way. He didn't know how long the journey
might be, nor what I would find at the end. He assured me that I would be
protected because of who-I-was.

"And now, Nattawut, we come to the final preparations. These may seem
strange, unexpected and perhaps embarrassing to you at first. Do not let
these thoughts and fears stop you. On your journey, you are going to
discover several ancient rituals. Each ritual is part of a long tradition.
Boys like you have learned these rituals through the years and the
generations. This evening we will do the first ritual together, the Ritual
of the Seed. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Tell me when you are
ready."

I closed my eyes. In the pit of my stomach I felt strange – unlike anything
I had experienced before in my life. I tried to breathe deeply. "I am ready
now, Muni," I said, opening my eyes.

He was still sitting on the chair before me, but he had removed the sarong.
Around his waist and passing between his legs was a cloth of the same
deep-red coloured cloth. His stomach and his thighs glowed deep orange in
the light from the candles. He was looking into my eyes.

"Only young men are allowed to go on this journey," he began. The Ritual of
the Seed is the way of proving that you have matured from being a young
boy. Tell me, Nattawut, when you are alone, perhaps in your bed or under
the shower, have you discovered the great pleasure that your body can give
you? Have your observed your penis growing as you change from a boy to a
man? Have your produced the mysterious white juice of your body?"

I swallowed before replying quietly, "Yes, Muni, I have."

"That is excellent. This white juice is very precious. We call it the Seed
because it contains the essence of your greatness. And that part of your
body which produces the Seed, and which you boys call by many different
names, also has a very special name which is used in the rituals. Sometimes
you will hear it called the Leung; but in our rituals, when your penis is
very hard and upright, we call it your Gra-juu."

I listened hard to him. I had never heard these names before. I tried
repeating them, "Seed, Leung, Gra-juu."

"You learn well, Nattawut. You must remember that these names are only used
during the rituals. At other times, you may use any of the other words that
you already know." He paused. "Now if you are ready, we will share the
Ritual of the Seed. Stand up now. You must remove your clothes – all of
them – and lay them aside until you are standing naked in front of me. You
will not talk, except to answer my questions. You will make your Gra-juu as
hard and strong as you can, and you will create your Seed here. You can
begin now. Remember, do not talk anymore."

I stood still for several moments feeling very unsure. I had seen other
boy's bodies before, and sometimes caught a glimpse of another man's. I
knew all about becoming erect, and stroking myself, and shooting my juices;
we talked about it together as boys; sometimes I'd watched as another boy
did it to himself. But never had I ever thought to do this as a display in
front of anyone else. Very slowly, I began to remove my tunic-shirt by
pulling it over my head. Then I released my shorts and let them fall to the
floor. Standing there in just my underwear, I hesitated. I looked at Muni
who was watching me intently. He simply nodded for me to continue. I pushed
my thumbs into the waistband, and slid the garment down over my cock, my
thighs and my legs. I stood before him, fully exposed, my hands at my side.
I could feel the hang of my balls, and the tube of my young cock resting in
front, just below the patch of dark black hair.

"That is good," he said, "Now put your clothes to one side." I bent down to
pick them up and move them to one side. Now that my eyes had become
accustomed to the dim lighting, as I returned to my standing place, I
noticed two tall mirrors standing on the floor behind me, one to the
left-side and the other to the right. I realised with a shock that not only
could Muni see me from the front, but the two mirrors were so angled that
he had a perfect view of me from behind as well. The whole of my body was
as exposed as a naked boy statue on the plinth. The realisation sent a
surge of heat into my genitals. My body started to respond. I moved my
hands in front.

"Do not be afraid of anything that happens, Nattawut. Everything is
entirely natural and as it should be. Remember, this is the Ritual of the
Seed." I looked at him and my eyes flicked downwards to his lap covered in
the dark-red cloth. It was difficult to tell in the dimness but it seemed
as though his own manhood was larger than before.

"There is no need to hide yourself. I can see all of you, and your body is
that of a beautiful young man. Some years ago, I looked the same. Your body
exists to be looked at and admired – in all its states." I moved my hands
away slightly as the inexorable rise of my cock – my Gra-juu – continued.
"Close your eyes a moment," he ordered.  I heard him stand and take a step
towards me as if to examine my body more closely. "When you play with your
Gra-juu, Nattawut, is your mind thinking about other boys and men, or is it
imagining being with girls and women?"

My eyes flew open at the question. His hands were close to his Gra-juu too.
I hesitated before replying. I knew that he expected total honesty. "Mostly
with other boys ... and sometimes with men, Muni," I whispered.

"You will grow to be respected and loved by those boys and men," he
answered, "Now imagine one of your favourite boys or men, and use your
hands to help your Gra-juu produce a large quantity of that precious Seed
from within you.

I was very hard now. I started rubbing and jerking myself, quite tamely to
begin with but gradually as the ritual unfolded in that seemingly magical
room, my imagination took over. I thought of the boys I'd watched – in the
village and in my dreams. I imagined their cocks and their bodies and what
I'd wanted to do with them. I remembered a drawing I'd once made of a
beautiful young man. My body started to move and thrust. I felt my buttocks
clench and squeeze. I remembered that Muni could see my buttocks and my ass
just by looking in the mirrors. The foreskin was fully retracted on my
shaft and my head was slick with juice in my hand.

I looked down my body at the rapid movement of one hand and the cupping
action of the other as I played with my balls. I lifted my head to see Muni
and was shocked to see that he had moved his cloth to one side to reveal
his own Gra-juu. He too was hard, very hard. His Gra-juu was considerably
longer and thicker than mine; he was a fully-developed man. He appeared to
be circumcised and the head of his Gra-juu was thick and flared, with a
wide opening at the tip from which his juice too was escaping.  He was
stroking himself also with long, slow moves, matching some of my actions.
"We do the Ritual of the Seed together," he reminded me.

The sight of a grown man exposing himself, fully erect and wanking himself
just in front of me was unbelievable. It made the whole of my genitals very
hot. I stroked even faster as my body jerked and thrust in front of him. I
couldn't contain myself.

"I'm going to cum, Muni!" I shouted.

He turned quickly to pick up the gold-coloured goblet from the low table.
"Don't stop yourself, Nattawut. Let it come. As much Seed as you can
produce. Let it shoot from your Gra-juu. I am going to use this cup to
catch as much of your Seed as I can." He positioned the vessel between us.

With that, I fired the first jet of Seed high into the air before me. He
moved to catch it, and then held the cup closer to collect the second,
third and fourth shots before my body began to relax slightly.

When I'd finished, he increased the pace of his own stroking on his
Gra-juu. I watched amazed at this man bringing himself to a climax. With a
last few longer strokes he appeared ready to shoot. He held the cup before
him and angled his Gra-juu until he could shoot directly into it. He let
fly a series of bursts of thick cream-coloured Seed.

When he finished, he held up the goblet between us. "The Ritual of the Seed
brings you and me together. It joins us. Some of my essence passes to you.
Now we join ourselves with Seed." He lifted the cup towards my face. "Take
a small sip of our Seeds, Nattawut." I'd never done anything like this
before but it didn't feel as though I could refuse. I opened my lips to
take a small sip and swallowed quickly. He took the goblet to his own lips
and took a slower sip. Then he turned to pick up a lid which he fastened
securely over the top of the cup. "You will take this cup with our Seed on
your journey tomorrow. At the right time, you will be told what to do with
it."

Muni re-covered his Gra-juu with his cloth. I remained naked in the room
and I moved to pick up my clothes from where they had been discarded.

"You have done well, my boy. Everything that has been asked of you, you
have done excellently. This gives me confidence to believe that your
journey tomorrow will go well. We will set out together at sun-rise. For
tonight you must rest. I have prepared a bed for you over there against the
wall; I trust you will find it comfortable. You need to rest and re-cover
your strength for all that is to come on your journey. I shall be sleeping
in my room as usual."

He led me to the bed and bade me good-night.

"There is one more thing that I have to tell you. `Nattawut' is the name
given to you by your father and mother. It is a good name. You also have
another name that you have not heard before but which is passed down to you
through our rituals." I looked at him, questioningly. "That name is `Pan'.
It is a name with a long tradition associated with the wilds and the
forests. Others will recognise you by this name in the rituals to come. We
are told in the traditions that Pan was famed for his Gra-juu. In other
stories, Pan became the leader of boys who were searching for their role in
life. Now this name is yours too." He paused and began to walk to his room
before turning one last time. "Good night, my boy, my young man - my Pan of
Thailand."

............ to be continued soon in Chapter 2 of 'Thai Pan' .............

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