Friday 13 May 2022

BRYJANA....

By now the case of Magistrate Wash was solved, he was convinced of his actions, and of his good faith, while in his old city they were sure they had impaled head of the real Wash. Having concluded our investigation and the report that Bryjana had drawn up for the archives of the city of AR, naturally she gave her copy to the Magistrate, we prepared everything for our return trip to our Oasis of the Seven Palms where our subjects and the our work, waiting us
   We were curious to know how the construction of the city of Cartassa proceeded in the desert, and so we decided to extend a few days of walking in the desert, to make a short stop before returning home.
    The city was growing very well, perhaps even better than the old Cartassa, of course there are still many things to fix and buildings to be built, but I am sure that under the supervision of Lady Safina everything will be as beautiful as before.
     Safina wanted to give us a new house and a new office, but we preferred to take the old tower, now empty with a large room upstairs, and so it was that in the large room on the ground floor we organized the branch of our newspaper '' Gazette of Moon '' while upstairs, we havefurnish the bedroom with a large bathtub to relax after the hardships of the day.
    The expiration date of our companionship was approaching, as you know the women of the planet who have a partner, every year they have to renew love and companionship, and for us that day would soon come, I talked about it with Lady Mae my elderly aunt, if we could do the pa ceremony in Cartassa, she enthusiastically made the large meeting room available to us, for our renewal ceremony, We asked Sir Vance to be our best man along with Mae, while the scribe lady Lambada doing functions as a caste leader, while Sir Berhard is away on his travels.
    The ceremony is of course that of the exchange of the cup of wine that both partners drink in the presence of witnesses, declaring their renewed love for another year.
    From time to time we get rumors of cities falling, destroyed by the greed and wickedness of men, luckily others are born from north to south all over the planet and I with Bryjana. we have our work cut out, to clear the fallen cities and add the new ones from our newspaper, not before we stop there and put our rack on the piers or in front of the gates of the villages or towns, and remove them from the fallen cities
     We had recently returned to the Oasis, the days passed quietly, one day we received an invitation from the city of Tsushima Island for a company ceremony, a city. inhabited by people with yellow skin and almond eyes, certainly their ancestors imported from planet
Earth, had kept their traditions on that distant island, with their traditional customs and habits, which for us were rather strange, but at the at the same time beautiful in their colors and shades of gold, with their particular hairstyles and women with their faces covered with porcelain masks, instead of the usual veil that women normally wear all over the planet, except in the North.
    We witnessed their long ceremony performed in a red wooden temple, with long bridges that connected to the altar, actually very long in an unknown language, but interesting for their costumes and their beautiful music, performed by splendid women .
    After the ceremony, not even the time to greet them we received a message from Sir Nicholas, our friend and administrator of the city of Sais, announcing his company ceremony, and inviting us as guests of honor, we could not miss it, so we left immediately and now we are traveling we hope to arrive in time in Sais, we would not want to miss our friend's ceremony, even if we would still have met Lady Monica, our enemy, but we didn't care, we were happy for Nick.
    I write sitting on the deck of the ship called Jasone, while Bryjana enjoys the sea breeze that comes from the south of the Thassa sea, and the red evening sky, while high up in the distant sky, the three moons light up the sky, I look at her happy and proud of her beauty, she has removed the veil for a while and I admire her in all her beauty.



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