THE STORY OF THE KAJIRA ROSE

The story of Rose is a story like many on the planet, we hear them told, the story of a young girl with many expectations and many dreams.

    Rose was born in an anonymous village in the north, her parents had a farm, her father worked the fields and traded his products, while her mother looked after Rose, worked in the house and in the fields.

    From an early age they taught her housework, then when she was around five years old, they took her with them to the fields to work full time, helping them with the work, teaching her everything she needed to know about farm work, looking after the animals, helping her father with sowing and harvesting, helping her mother in the kitchen and sewing clothes for the family.

     Life went on, she didn't know the games of other girls, she had attended school, her mother taught her what she knew, while her father, always busy with his land and with trade, had never wanted any workers on his farm, he had always thought that the farm was the family, and therefore the family had to take care of it, but also because he didn't trust anyone, especially the workers.

    As time passed, Rose grew up, took care of the house, cooked, sewed, and worked in the fields as well as caring for the animals. One day, when she was now a beautiful girl, her father brought home a merchant friend of his. He told Rose that she would follow that man, look after him and serve him, and give him children. She knew nothing of life outside the farm, and reluctantly obeyed her father, taking her few belongings and leaving with him on a ship headed south.

    After disembarking at the port of Baku, they set out with a caravan towards a village on the edge of the Shendi forest. After a couple of days' journey, they were attacked by the Panthers, who killed all the men, including Rose's merchant owner, and captured the women, who were sold to their accomplices, slavers. It was a journey of torture and hardship. Rose slowly dragged herself along with the slavers, longing for her life on the farm. She remembered her mother's tears at her departure, while her father counted the Coopers she had received as her dowry.

    One night while everyone was sleeping I ran away, I walked for days without food or water until I reached a port, I spoke with a commander, she would work in the kitchen and serve the men in exchange for passage to the North, and they landed her on an island in the Cos archipelago, she had neither food nor coins to live on, she wandered the docks, until a powerful man captured her and ordered her to follow him, from then on she became that man's slave, I took her to Port Kar first and then to Port Victoria, and it was there that I met her for the first time, she was very kind and obedient, then the city fell into ruins, her Master refused to sell her to me, they left together with other citizens who escaped the destruction, heading towards the city of Northern Light Bay, I found her there during a Kajire dance festival, but that same night they left for Tyros, and from then on I lost track of her.

     Today I arrived at the rebuilt city of Turmus, I went straight to greet Sir Nicholas, my great friend, and there to my great amazement I met Rose again, she told me about her life, while now she is a guest of the Kennel, sometimes they rent her for a two Hand, but she is happy, she has a hot meal and clean tunics and the men of Turmus are not bad or savage and treat her well.

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 HAMMERSGAARD ​​AN EXCEPTIONAL EVENT

 

 

 We woke up early in the morning, after a night spent talking to my Brjiana, giving an account of what had happened to us lately and what we wanted to do from now on, some mistakes too many, trusting people with the face of an Angel but with the heart of a Devil.
  We want to start from scratch, leaving our Oasis we told our

subjects that we would soon be back, and finally we would settle permanently in our paradise.
   Brjiana, quite excited, for the ceremony that would take place at the falls, but more than a ceremony it would have been a ritual as ancient as the planet, that is, the birth of a new being, a child to love to grow, to direct towards life, adventures, hunting and most importantly '' family '' in the community

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  We spent the day wandering around the village, we went up to the altar where they do the religious services dedicated to the God Odin, with the stone altar and the perennial fire.
  We went down and then climbed up another hill, where you could admire the village in all its grandeur, even if the snow that covers the lawn all around made us numb, but we overcame the cold embracing and remaining there to look at that wonderful panorama, from the wooden houses the smoke of the chimney rose towards the sky and a distant bird flies over the area.
   The sun was already high in the sky when we decided to go down to the big house, surely we would meet someone to serve us some good blackwine, and maybe some pieces of smoked Bosk meat which I love very much.
    In the big house we found the tavernkeeper Sir Edu, the companion of ladi Nani the woman friend who would have the baby, Brjiana instead continued to reach a clearing on the road to the

 waterfalls, where a group of women were there in a circle around the expectant mother who showed proudly her swollen belly ready to burst.
   While I was sitting there with a slave I needed, the doctor arrived, an old Viking who had lived in the south, and lived as a doctor also in the Great Tor, or so I remember, however he came in and sat down with us, at a suddenly a woman came running calling the doctor, because the woman was in labor and soon the baby would be born.
the doctor reluctantly got up to follow her, I think she would have liked to stay warm and rest more, we men still sat there, but there was a desire in the air to go to those waterfalls and attend the event, I being a guest not I was moving expecting others to get up, after a few minutes that seem like an eternity, they went out to the falls and I

followed them.
  Already many people were crowded in the clearing in front of the lake formed by the falls, and the pregnant woman helped by two women was sitting in the water that she screamed and cursed for the pain of labor,
her companion joined her together with the doctor, took his hand and tried to console her with love phrases.

 After so much pain and effort, the little Viking finally came out of his mother's womb, and was already making himself heard with his cry, clinging to his mother's breast.
   We all happily clapped that woman's hands, while the other women cleaned her and dressed her together with her son, Brjiana had tears in her eyes, so did the child's father and the other women nearby, as the doctor was happy not to having dirty hands, but only present them for any eventuality.
    The proud mother of her little one I show it to everyone about her, taking congratulations and best wishes for a happy life for her and for
her family ........... contina
    darian el nairad