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We arrived in that desolate port early one morning, fog enveloping everything, and the biting cold of that early winter made me linger in my cabin for a few extra minutes.

I still didn't know what to expect, but I took courage and went out onto the deck of that ship, which was jarring due to the night's chill and the freshly melted ice from the little snow we'd encountered upon arriving in this cold area of ​​Torvie Land. I waited for the deck maneuvers to be completed, and as soon as the gangway was raised onto the quay, I stepped out. It wasn't a great port; distant lights emerged from the fog that was dissipating as the sun rose behind the hills. I had put on my large blue cloak, which protected me from the cold, and I searched the pier for something that would indicate the name of that village lost in the far north.

Until I found an inscription on the wall of the shack that served as a tavern that clearly read, "Nameless Village" (Torvie Land).

Some men, armed to the teeth, in their hand-sewn clothes of Tarsk hide, approached threateningly. It wasn't usual for them to receive visitors, so I introduced myself as the editor of the Gor Gazette, and that I was traveling to write about the villages and cities of the planet, but none of them could read when I handed out the newspaper. 

They looked at the pictures and asked me to follow them to the great Hall. I knew well that in these villages, in winter, everyone gathers in that great building to live together until spring. We entered that large house that was shaped like an upturned boat, the smoke and the fires gave a sense of warmth and welcome, in the back sitting on a large chair covered in skins, which must have been something reminiscent of the throne of an Ubar or a king, was a large man covered in long skins half reclining with a large steaming mug in his hands, and at his feet were some slaves, at the tables there were few people, the others were on their beds still asleep, and on a small dance floor a beautiful kajira with long red hair, tied in a ponytail on her shoulders, was dancing to the sound of a flute, she was very beautiful and attracted my attention, it was not easy for me to be interested in a slave, they had had many, but few had managed to imprint their memory in my mind.

I couldn't stop looking at her sinuous movements and the grace of her form. Her ponytail swayed in all directions and her smile was splendid. Meanwhile, the Jarl spoke to me, asking me who I was and what I wanted from them. I answered him with great reverence, trying to be as precise as possible. These tough, warrior men from the North were dangerous. After speaking at length with the Jarl, I invited him to sit at the top of the long table to eat and drink with him. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop looking at the beautiful dancer. A slave who had come to serve me saw my interest and told me that the kajira was called Sarah, and was the village's leading dancer. She had been part of the Valkyries' dancers but had been captured and brought to this remote village, where she was used as a dancer.

I couldn't stop looking at her sinuous movements and the grace of her form. Her hair ponytail swayed in all directions and her smile was splendid. Meanwhile, the Jarl spoke to me, asking me who I was and what I wanted from them. I answered him with great reverence, trying to be as precise as possible. These tough, warrior men from the North were dangerous. After speaking at length with the Jarl, I invited him to sit at the top of the long table to eat and drink with him. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop looking at the beautiful dancer. A slave who had come to serve me saw my interest and told me that the kajira was called Sarah and was the village's first dancer. She had been part of the Valkyries' dancers but had been captured and brought to this remote village, where she was used as a dancer.

The day was very long, and finally the dancer named Sara fell to the ground, exhausted, on that small dance floor made of sand. I had watched her for a long time, admiring her wonderful body, her sinuous hips, and her perky breasts that stood out, her nipples hardened by the cold, because she was dressed in a low-cut tunic that showed off her breasts in all their splendor. Other villagers took turns at the large table that extended from the door to the village Jarl's throne. His name was Kor, and from his assassins, one might have thought he had fought a long time.

Sitting at the end of that table I exchanged glances of complicity with the Jarl, but I never missed an opportunity to watch the beautiful Sarah sleeping on that sand, until I too, exhausted by the heat of those fires and too much food, dozed off. I dreamed of the beautiful Sarah dancing for me, making her veils flutter in the air and her movements seemed to float in the air like a feather in the wind. I woke up at the noise of some boxes that some men were carrying into the great Hall. The smoke was now filling the room and the heat of the fires that the slaves were keeping lit made the air suffocatingly hot. At the back left, where some beds were placed, some men were entertaining themselves with some slaves, and the Jarl with his powerful arms was holding two slaves sitting on his knees. I was a little dazed but I took a look at the dance floor. Sarah was no longer there, in her place two small dancers were dancing distractedly. I stood up to I stretched my legs and finally saw her. She was sitting in a corner with a piece of bane in one hand and a jug of water in the other, and was eating greedily. On a plate near her were two pieces of meat, definitely smoked from Tarsk, because they were smoked. I looked at her for a long time, smiled at her, she smiled back, and I took the initiative to sit next to her. After introducing myself as the editor of the newspaper and as the Emir of the oasis7palms, I asked him to tell me his story. At first she was hesitant for fear of her Jar's revenge, then she took courage and told me. She was born and lived in the forest with the Wlachiries. Her mother, a dancer, had taught her dance tricks and synchronized movements to music since she was little. One day, while she was walking near the pier in the port, she was captured by an unscrupulous slaver and sold at auction in a market in the large city of Jasmine. I bought her as a woman, a merchant from the north, who took her with him until his ship was attacked by the Vikings who killed the men and captured the women, taking them to this remote village. As she told her story, she cried at the memory of her family and her home. I beg you to take her with me and bring her on my travels, then to my oasis.

I liked that woman. I had been living alone for a long time, ever since Suya ran away to return to her Wan-Gao tribe. I had had a companion named Kim for some time, but then I returned to her castle where she had always lived. During my visit to the city of Var-Kor, I had made the declaration to Lady Myriam because I wanted her as a companion. I had seen her as a child at the Tashid oasis, but after the drama with Lady Kallis and her murderous friend, she left the city to embark on the journey north to await the great fair of The Thing.

I took courage and faced Sir Kor, I offered him some gold piastres for the beautiful Sarah, but he was not interested in the piastres, but since there was no one capable of keeping accounts and writing, he begged me to put his archives in order, and his credits with the merchants who traded with the village, and so it was, it took me a few days to get to the bottom of those accounts and those randomly written notes, but in the end Sir Kormi thanked me, and sold me his slave Sarah for the symbolic price of two silver Tarsk, and the deal was made, the beautiful Sarah, was very happy to leave that cold village and go with me.

   I took her to the cabin of my ship on a bed made of skins and made her rest, waiting for departure, in the evening with the breeze coming from the land we left for the new journey, after finishing the maneuvers on the deck I retired to the cabin, Sarah had prepared some food for me, then she cuddled up to my feet resting her head on my legs, until both of us tired we lay down on the bed, she held me tightly and kissed me forcefully, I forgot my tiredness and took she gives with all of me, and she reciprocates my love.  Now she lives with me, she has gathered dancers scattered around the cities, she has set up a dance troupe and when I travel she performs with her friends in the squares of the cities and villages.

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