Brave Cowardly Chief
When young Nerino was made chief of the tribe, everyone expected that - as was the custom on the island - he would direct his attention to fighting the great fiery -eyed beast, a horrible creature that had terrorized the tribes people for centuries. Nerino had promised to kill the beast and, though he was a good fighter, he seemed no better than the others who had previously perished in the attempt. The tribe believed that, as chief, he wouldn't last much more than a year. This was about the amount of time needed to train and prepare a band of warriors, prior to going up to the volcano's summit, where their frightening enemy lived. And once they got there, no matter how strong or brave they were, all the warriors would be destroyed completely within a couple of hours.
However, nothing was done. Nerino didn't train any fighters. Nothing out of the ordinary was done, and no new attack tactics were devised . When summer came - the time the monster attacked most frequently,engulfing all in flames from his fiery eye - all the tribe did was moving their village.
Everyone looked worryingly at Nerino. They demanded that he fight, that he do something, that he should be brave and fulfill the destiny of a chief. But Nerino simply said: "I shall defeat the beast, but now is not the time." And so the years passed by, and Nerino became an old man. Though they respected him as their chief, and his strategy of moving their village around the island had saved many lives, all the people believed he was a coward.
Yet, just when no one expected it, Nerino finally assembled a squad of fighters on a cold winter night. Snow was rare on the island, but now it blanketed the ground, and the warriors had to march out barefoot with frozen feet. They hurriedly went up the volcano and at the summit, they approached the monster's cave. Nerino confidently entered, while his companions performed the usual death preparation rituals....
When they were all inside the cave, they saw old Nerino standing over the beast. The monster was lying, curled up, on the ground, trembling and groaning, close to death. Nerino and his warriors easily took the creature prisoner.
On their arriving back at the village, everyone wanted to hear about Nerino's fight with the monster. Not even the tiniest baby was absent when Nerino began telling his story.
I never intended to fight against something so terrifying, and nor did I do so today, he said, filling all with surprise and expectation. He continued, "Did none of you notice that the beast would never attack during the worst days of winter? Or that, after an especially cold spell, his fire was never very strong, nor his attacks very damaging? For many years I was waiting for a snow as heavy as this one. All along, we didn't need fighters; we needed the cold. When we got to the volcano, the monster was so weak that he couldn't fight. Finally we have put an end to fighting and death. Now we have the beast, and his fiery eye, at our service."
Everyone congratulated the chief for his wisdom, particularly those who had most criticized him for supposed cowardice .