Long ago a master and his apprentice were working in the field, cutting grain. The padawan had a wandering mind, and his master warned him to stay in the moment, but he was careless with his tool, and he cut himself. The padawan collapsed and bled in the field, and his master removed the belt which held his saber and fashioned it into a tourniquet, and the padawan's limb was not lost.

The padawan became lazy, and he would not do his training and his exercises. His bones became weak and brittle, and one day his bone was broken. His master took the same leather strap and tied his padawan's leg to a plank to set the bone, and the padawan healed and was able to walk.

The padawan became full of hubris, and he played tricks with his lightsaber, showing off for others, but in his pride he fumbled and his saber landed upon the rocks and was broken. His master took his leather strap and fastened the pieces together so that it might be saved.

The padawan became disobedient, and he would not heed his master's instruction, and so his master took him aside and said, "With this strap, I have saved your flesh, I have saved your bone, and I have saved your weapon. Now with this strap, I will save your life." The padawan was made to lie down, and his master whipped him with the strap, so that he was not injured but was very humbled.

One day the padawan was running in the field, but he did not sense he was approaching the edge of the earth. His master called for him to halt, and the padawan, remembering his lesson, obeyed and did not run forward over the edge of the earth. And so his flesh, his bone, his weapon, and his life also, had been saved by the strap.

- "The Origin of the Strap" from Temple Tales for Younglings