There are many legends about Ruby. One Burmese legend tells about a beautiful and strong eagle Lal that lived high in mountains. Not only birds, but even chamoises and pronghorns avoided him. The “night robber” - fearful eagle-owl sat out in a hollow of old tree while the eagle flied above mountains. The years passed by and the eagle’s plumage started to turn grey. He still flew high above the mountains, though not twenty circles anymore, but only ten. Every year Lal reduced radius of his flights. And one day, he spread his wide wings, but could not come off the ground. Lal understood then, that his life approaches it's end. Now he could not catch up with a chamois or a roe anymore and could only devastate the bird's nests. Once, coming back in his cave, Lal saw an eagle-owl sitting without stirring when the eagle has flown by above him. The eagle-owl approached Lal and told him:
"Listen, fellow, let’s talk as equals. You are too old now to earn your living. I agree to share with you the mice and shrews, just do not touch my nestlings". Lal answered nothing . The eagle-owl left but Lal was still sitting and thinking.
"There is time to be born and there is time to die" – decided Lal.
Gathering his remaining strength, Lal flew high up in the sky and there he has folded his wings. All the birds and animals saw him falling down, illuminated by the first rays of the rising sun, until his body struck the rocks below. The drops of eagle’s blood then turned into bright-red transparent stones.
That's how the noble sanguine Burmese Rubies were born.
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