She handed him a single, silver string. "This is the String of the Ancestors. Bind it to your tembûr, and let your heart be the bridge."
In the high, mist-shrouded peaks of the Zagros Mountains, where the wind whispers in the tongue of the ancient Kurds, lived a young man named Zana. While others in his village were known for their skill with the plow or the rifle, Zana possessed a gift far rarer and, some said, more dangerous: he was a keeper of the —the Voice of the Bards. Denge Hozanan
Zana had become the new Hozan, the protector of the voice that would ensure their stories would never be lost to time. She handed him a single, silver string