A DAY OF EMIR

     Despite everything I am still here, commenting on the latest events, many have come to my office to learn the truth, some curious, others interested, I have nothing more to say about the past, the water of the river passes and ends up in the sea , it gets confused with it, it loses its sweetness, it becomes salty.
     I was not waiting on the river bank to see my enemy pass, I am not interested in gossip, someone tried to make me fall off the cliff, but I clung and I came back to reality.
   While strolling through the Oasis with the hope of meeting Sir Abu, the Pasha of the oasis, I came across a woman with a youthful appearance, but with the features of a woman from the North, who wandered lost in the streets, barely paved by lady Safina our great builder.

   When she arrived near me I politely greeted her, as befits a free man when she meets a free woman. After the greetings, I told him my name and my noble origin from the oasis of the Seven Palms where I am the Emir, even if lately I have abandoned what were my duties as Emir and chief editor of the three moons gazette.
    I asked him who she was and where she came from and how she never traveled alone without an escort in a Thahari Oasis, she immediately saw that she was very embarrassed not used to talking with high noble personalities.
   She immediately told me her name and that she came from a remote village in Torwsland, and that she traded in herbs, it is known that in the north as well as furs. the main trade is medicinal herbs and certainly suitable for making delicious perfumes for women.

ZONTALEOTIE HAFIDABINT GONGO

   I continue saying that while from the city of Brundisium they were on their way to the city of Ar, marauders attacked them and her caravan was dispersed in the desert, many were killed, she pretending to be dead managed to escape those marauders, then with a horse remained in the nearby I run away without a precise destination, she had no maps or knowledge of the desert, and so she arrived in the oasis of Cartassa safe and sound. telling me that luckily she had managed to save some herbs, just to make her survive.
     I was impressed by the story of the woman forced to wear the veil here in the desert, which is somewhat frowned upon in the villages of the north, you offer me to entrust him with an escort for the period he would have lived in the Oasis but she with a rather arrogant tone, told me that at the north women know how to stand up for themselves and do not need guards.

   I liked that woman so sure of herself, I invited her to the cafe to offer him something fresh on that hot sunny morning, she cleaned her clothes and shoes from the sand accumulated during the trip and followed me thanking me for the invitation.

  I tell about her family, her people, her village, and the desire she had to get to know the planet and the big cities of the South.
   I told him that I had lived in the north and especially in Finnur the village where my adoptive mother Lady BB took me with her when we escaped from the old Cartassa which fell many years ago.
    I then accompanied her to the inn where they assigned him a room and directed her to the little lady ZonteLotie, the chaste chief of the Merchants because she would surely help her in her trade and maybe her by renting him a shop.    On the way home, which Lady Safina had assigned me next to that of Lady Jinny, an old acquaintance of mine for many years, (with the hope that sooner or later I will not be able to conquer her, but it will be difficult for her to think about career for now) I ran into Lady Sartita the chocolatier. I reminded him of her promise to offer me her chocolates, her specialty ..... but that's another story.