It started slowly, but Pharon noticed it soon enough with pride.
It must be said, that in other lands people have the primitive idea that nothing belongs to them. It belongs to the Mother Earth, or the Tribe, or just the Family, they said. Oh, I might use this tool, but it has always belonged to the blacksmith! Why, my labor always belonged to you, and your food always belong to me, since labor and food belonged to the community.
It was only for the upper class that personal property begun to appear. King Gideon owned the Mines; that's why they are called Mines, afterall. Because he owned the mine, he owned the kingdom, and because he owned the kingdom, everything was just "loaned" from his will.
Yet, it was still all too primitive. If a caravaneer's wagon fell during that ancient time, all would say that it was the Satura's will that the wagon not leave, and that they should take opportunity of those too weak to accept such a will.
But now, with coins, the belief in property spread. Everyone knows how much wealth he has, and how much wealth the other has. And everyone accepts that stealing, for any cause, is very very bad.
And so the power of the government grows as the people demanded policemen to fight thieves, detectives to catch burglers, and armies to fight rebels and barbarians in the countryside.
And yet, he has heard two strange tales from the countryside.
One, was told by a boy who met Jocasta last week, who told about a raid of three Nubians on a Caravaneer and who downturned his cart. The seven or so boys were traveling to the Mines for a week of prospect lessons with their teacher, and defended the Caravaneers property. The nubians took what they will and fled, while the boys solemnly returned what they saved to the ruffled Caravaneer, knowing that they must respect his wealth is his, and theirs is theirs.
Another was told by an undershaman embassador. He told a tale of greedy Saturan children and stalwart Zulappi boys, all in good fun, of course, using all the lastest stereotypes.
Then he called one Zulappi boy playful.
Zulappi boys are NOT playful. They are docile, like cows. Unless they are destined to be shamans. Then they are airheaded and self-important.
The boy's name, who showed Jocasta how to turn the simple bowls into complex clay crafts, is Potter.
And so the elegent skill of making intricately molded and painted pots became to be known as Potterscraft.
And so the elegent skill of making intricately layered and certainly interesting tales came to be known as Shamanism.
At least, they are sure that THIS is where the correct attributions of royalties would lie, because a giant cart of gold was sent to the Embassy a couple hours ago, to pay for the jesters making ever more correct characticures of the self-righteous underShaman's story, which he certainly put much work in to be believable, to be overturned by the bare mention of a playful zulappan boy named Potter.
OOC: PSyCHE!