THE PRINCESS MOI LIN

 She had left the port crying, promising to return, but in her heart she knew she would never return to that distant village often wrapped in the fog of the North and whipped by the icy winter winds with the houses submerged in snow, it was not the life she had always dreamed of, she was the daughter of the Regent of the great village of Fullofjiord, the regent they called the great Thorn, a great warrior who grew up fighting and hunting. she was Princess Moi lin, she admired that man, always sure of himself and always impartial with his population.

When Moi was old enough to learn, his father called a great Scribe from a city in the south called Landa, he was a great Magistrate, tall, blond with blue eyes, his figure betrayed his origins in the north of the planet, The Magistrate had just escaped from the island of Landa after the Torvie warriors together with a tribe of Panthers had destroyed the city killing many citizens, he had lost his beloved lady Blue, and for this reason he arrived in Port Kar he learned of the work in the North and accepted, he wanted to forget the past.

Princess Moi followed the lessons with enthusiasm, she hung on the lips of that great Scribe, even if the age difference was notable, she fell in love day after day with that sad-looking man, often sitting alone alone, lost in thought, she did not know of his misadventures and did not understand the reason for that sadness, until one day, as soon as the writing lesson was over, she asked the man his name and why he was always so sad and alone and did not like to frequent the great hall, like the other men, sitting to eat and have fun with the slaves, He raised his eyes sternly, but seeing the girl's shining eyes, he relaxed saying that one day he would tell her his story.

The days passed, the snow melted and often she and her teacher went out into the clearing where they sat between the columns of the Temple, he explained to her everything he knew, she memorized everything and took notes, by now she knew how to write well and read Gorean, then after the lesson he looked at the sky that day of a deep blue, he said to the young Moi, I will tell you my story, but I hope not to bore you, she happy, I look at him with tears in her eyes and intense that let the look of a lover shine through, he said I will be happy to listen to you, and he sat comfortably on a long stone of the Temple.

The Master took a breath and began his story, he said his name was Darian now he was a Scribe and Magistrate, but he was born Prince of the desert, his father was the Pasha of the oasis of the seven palms, and after the destruction of the oasis by the Raiders he and his brother escaped with the help of a slave until they met a woman from the North named Arliss who adopted them and took them with her to her village in the North called Windermeer, until they were at school, during his life he had had a thousand adventures, traveled the planet, going up the river Wosk to the river Olni, he had lived in the desert and in many cities in search of his brother and mother until he arrived on the island of Landa and there he fell in love, but fate wanted that during an attack Torvie his beloved was captured and nothing more was heard of her, he had escaped to Port kar, and now he was there waiting for the snow to melt to leave again in search of his brother Orlando, the young Moi became sad when she heard of his very next departure, begging him to stay longer, but he had completed his task and wanted to return to the south.

He was adamant when he decided to leave, ignoring the tears of the young woman, the Father the great Thorn had understood his daughter's love for that man, and for this reason he preferred that he leave, he knew well that his daughter would suffer together with that man always in search of adventures and his family now dispersed on the Planet, and one morning the Scribe, took the opportunity of the departure of a Pirate ship for the south, towards Brundisium, paid for the trip, taking the few things he had.

Princess Moi Lin, did not stop crying, she thought of him night and day, she had become sad, the Father who loved her so much suffered for her, reluctantly accepted the departure of his daughter, with a ship headed south with the skins obtained from hunting, she was not his only daughter he had others together with some sons Male also warriors but that little Princess was for him the memory of the companion who died of illness after his birth, he asked his daughter to return soon and assigned him an escort of two young warriors, who would watch over her during her long journey.

Now the young Moi was on that ship, leaning on the stern of the ship that looked at the horizon, looking among the clouds for a sign of the presence of her secret love sir Darian..........

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