RETURN TO HAMMERSGAARD
THE STORY OF NANI THE PANTHER
After the end of the Kajires festival with great effort we resumed the return journey to the village of Hammersgaard, I had left the problem of little Bjior in suspense, the son of our friend Nani who I had discovered to be a Panther and now returned to live in his campo together with her sisters, who helped her in the constant search for the baby.
We arrived at the village very tired, my sweet Brjiana and I, and we rested for a few days in a hut made available to us by our friend Sir Edu, the innkeeper. I wanted to rearrange my ideas so I started asking around for information, nobody knew anything, many didn't even know Nani. One morning at the port a merchant told me that he had seen her in a panther field where he traded in skins, exchanging them for weapons and wine. He made me a fairly detailed map of the area where the village is located so with a few trusted guards I left Brjiana at the village and walked into that forest dangerous for us men.
After a few days of walking between hills and valleys, finally from a height we saw a wisp of smoke rising to the sky, we headed towards that direction taking care to watch our backs, but the unpredictable Panthers came out from everywhere until they captured us. They are known to take men prisoners because they use them to make women fertile, and then become pregnant and have daughters for the continuation of their race.
I showed what appeared to be their leader and most armed of all my magistrate credentials, and proof that I knew Nani and her old companion Edu. arrived at the village they locked us in a large guarded tent, until the group of panthers headed by our friend Nani returned from a hunt in the vicinity of a village, taking with them three captured men that they would use as stallions for their fertilization, the sterile ones were used as slaves for cooking or hard work in the forest.
She was delighted to meet me, I hadn't seen her for some time and I remembered her dressed as a lady with long dresses, while now half-naked covered in skins and armed to the teeth she was another woman, determined and tough willing to do anything to find her little Bjior . In the evening sitting in a circle in front of a fire, where some men roasted Tarsk's meat, I asked him to tell me her story, which after some hesitation I agree to reveal it to