His grandfather taught him the prayer but didn’t tell him what the words meant or what language they were. He said it was an Orison, something to say in times of trouble or when you were looking for divine protection.
He whispered it over his grandfather’s casket and in the nursery after his son was born. He recited them on the ship as they left Earth for the last time.
On a distant planet, under a strange Sun, he taught the words to his granddaughter. He never learned what they meant, but it was enough that he passed them on.

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