THE EN-KARA FAIR
GOREAN NEW YEAR

 

also this year in the Spring or New Year fair.like last year i took a stand for my newspaper ''Darian life''. 

   I arrived early in the morning with my caravan, after having received a message from lady Sabayna, the mother of lady Sierra, I chose a stand in the central area even if a little away from the main road, but better this way the people who will take the copy of the newspaper will also be able to read it quietly.

     As I expected, many have already set up their stands, both as a city and as individual traders and exhibitors, it is known that they come from all over the planet for this fair.
     After leaving the city of Venna where I was a Magistrate for a long time, leaving to join my family in the North, I stopped at the port of Brundisium, waiting for the winter to end and to be able to leave for Hammersgaard, the city where I the house, when I arrived in the city I found it deserted with very few people, everyone had left for other places, so seeing the tranquility I stopped to wait for Spring, to my amazement I noticed that 

 

although deserted it was commanded by an Ubar, (even in time of peace there must be the administrator) and his companion, a few slaves and no one else, said that everyone was on their way, while I carried out the practices left incomplete and welcomed the visitors, taking the job of Chief Casta Scribe, they decided to demolish all the old houses and rebuilding them from new took a long time, but the work turned out well even if the rents, although in Gor, were very high.

    As in the city of Venna also in that of Brundisium, I opened my newspaper headquarters, with the local edition, enjoying moderate success and loved by all citizens and visitors, but as often happens in Gorean cities when word of a new city, sometimes destroying them everyone rushes to have their own space that they don't have elsewhere, so it happens that presumptuous men and women arrive who have helped to bring down their cities, but who want to carve out their space as protagonists.

   As Chief Scribe, I did what I could but when women arrive who should be subjected to men if we respect the roleplay of Gor, instead they claim to be Ubare, and Caste Chiefs, rather than playing like a cartoon, I prefer to take my ship and go away, I love adventure and traveling the planet.
   

      Returning to the fair, I am so happy to be here and I hope that many people come to visit it like last year, I can contribute to spreading it in my small way with my newspaper.
 
      Thanks to all those who will arrive and to those who exhibit their brand and their merchandise, I promise to write again in the coming days of the events



darianelnairad

THE SLAVE KITTEN(kitt)
  

 

 Today is the day of rest that the citizens observe, and I like many others have gone down to the city and after having drunk my usual Blackwine at the Inn in front of the big gate, I love sitting there, I like watching the people who come and go from the port and keep an eye out for some evil intentions.
  

  After drinking I returned to the palace of the scribes, I had benches put up so that visitors can sit waiting to be received, as I walk I can't help but observe the beauty of the new palaces and streets, built in a short time but very beautiful.
   

 I sat on one of those benches, on the sides of the staircase of the building and I watched, some Vulos were flying low stopping on the roofs, the sky and the shapes of the clouds draw strange shapes, and the imagination flies by giving a name to all those shapes, while I look in the sky a Tarn suddenly appears, there is a girl who rides him clearly dressed as a kajira of the desert, who approaches and stops her traveling animal right in the large square, and approaches looking around and admiring the palaces .
    

  The first thing I do is ask the slave her name, while she, seeing me, collapses to the ground kneeling like the Kajire know how to do, I look at her better and she is beautiful with clothes finished with white fabrics with golden lapels and accessories, around her neck a collar with many precious stones and her golden-blond hair, reminiscent of women of the North.
   

  She tells me her name is Kitten, but the Master called her Kitt, she is the builder father, who left far away when she was little, now that she is grown up she wanted to look for him but she was captured and sold to a kind and good Master fortunately, who knew that he was in In search of her parents she gave him freedom and a camel, when a visitor recognized her and told him that her father might be at the town of Klima, in the Thahari desert, so I set out on the long and perilous journey.       Once she arrived at the track that leads into the Thahari desert, she embarked on the journey with the camel, a long and difficult journey under the sun and with water now finished and without food. when I thought I was at the end, and I was waiting for my last breath, the caravan of a Sultan saved me, fed me and quenched my thirst with their most precious thing, that is water
   

  He was the great and mighty sultan of Klima, who treats me like a lady, taking me with him to his house and entrusting me with his administration, when he learned that I was capable of reading and writing and arithmetic, and welcomed me into the house of Marleus , also entrusting me with the supervision of the slaves, becoming the protegee of the great Pasha of Klima, but just when he was looking for the secret of the Thahari, we were attacked by the raiders, they killed both, the Sultan and the Pasha, and the city fell to the ground becoming sand .
   

 I left again on a camel, always looking for a new land and always hoping to meet my old Father, leaving the desert towards the Sea of Thassa, where I hoped to find a good teacher in a big city.
  

  I arrived here in Brundisium and I hope to be able to return as soon as I hear from my father, get on his tarm and fly away ........
darian el nairad

Sir HAWKER
An interesting meeting

 

   As I went down the staircase of the Palazzo degli Scubi, I came across Sir Hawker, the gureeiero I had met yesterday while escorting Lady Nala, the merchant, just arrived in the city for his businesses, despite being pregnant.
  

     I was a lot of cottate to see him again, I had noticed immediately when I had spoken to him the first time, that behind his rough warrior attitude he hides a good soul and an intelligence that we hardly find in these hard men, Avezzi to the comingsboard and battles in the mud Gutters of blood, full of scars that determine their value.
  

    I was heading to INN, as usual and I thought of inviting Sir Hawker to weigh a blackwine with me, to make me tell the story of his life by him, to make her known to the rest of the population of Brundisium.   

    He accepted willingly, even if he seemed strange to him that a high caste scribe stopped to talk to him as if he were of equal caste, but follow me to the INN waiting for me to sit and then sit down too, looking around and He called the slave of the tavern to serve us.
   

    After taking orders, memorizing our desires disappeared in the kitchen, making the usual noises of broccas and cups, then I looked at that man who bends to tell me what has been his life so far, he sighs and closed his eyes perhaps going Back in the memory, then he sighed and begins his story.
  
    Saying that I was born in the city of Dura Bois, a city where I had been for a few days when I was a cartographer to the city of Falsgaard, auna north city Thorwsland, where you cannot forgive in the forest and where to hunt before it arrives the Winter, as a child I learned the use of weapons, my father taught me what he knew how to do better, and when I grew up I left to fight wars and Gadagna Cooper.     

   He stops when he sees the slave to bring us our smoking blackwins with an intense smell like only the beans of thentis toasted have.      

  After sipping his drink not before having gave a intense slave look, he resumed telling me his adventures.     

    I fought in armies and in the city throughout the planet on and Jun for the Thassa Sea, always making me available to the right causes and fighting the evil and malice of many peoples, now I am no longer a boy and the scars show me a little Bad species of winter in the cold of the snow, so I decided to find me a job in the warm South Sun, in the Thahari desert, so after a short break to the city of AR, I traveled to the new city recompile as a resort to rest  

     He made another sighing, closing his eyes, surely not a good experience that city for him as it was for me, who after having lived in peace and working in the office and in the newspaper in Venna, the head of the scribes I think well to call His friends and giving them my job by leaving me inert without friends nor anyone willing to share my experience in that city with me, so I left to reach the port of Brundisium in search of a ship for Hammersgaard the Vikingo village where I have the house And many friends, but I fell in love with Brundi and I was getting a good job from the chief of the scribes and reorganize the new newspaper of the city.   

     After some time he resumed his story: I was not happy in Venna I did not have a real job, many people came, but Niete di special, until I was not hired by the passing merchant Lady Nala, traveling to the North, coming from Interior of the desert where he had bought the salt, which he would load on his ship waiting to leave, and here I am told me that the city is taking on warriors for safety, and wondering the caste of the warriors to be hired and live happy here with you.   

     I admired that man who had fought by turning the planet and who was enough for him to live with his honor, because as he said to me: the honor is worth more than any silver plate.
Darianelnairad

 

PEOPLE RETURN TO THE CITY
Lady Nala Ɓєiηmjσlηiя

The reconstruction is almost completed, the builder is doing miracles so that at the end of Mano everything is ready for the assignment of houses and palaces to the Caste.
     

The Ubar sir Thaddeus, these days runs like crazy, from one part of the city to another personally checking every little detail, as he is also a great builder.
    

   As for me, I just returned from my trip to the city of Tharna, where I attended the Kajires festival, and as soon as I got back I published an article about the event with many photos of the arena packed with enthusiastic people, including our Brundisium delegation .    

    Today I have just received the task of directing the caste of Scribes, which I will do with diligence and honor, hoping for the rebirth of the city which is already underway.
     

     As I walked down from my office I ran into Sir Awker escorting a lady who had just disembarked from his ship to port, she was visibly pregnant, I stopped by to greet them as I saw her holding a cloth around her neck to cover a wound that was still bleeding even if little.
   

    They asked me if I knew where to find the Pysichian, to be treated before the wound got infected, ruining the lady's beautiful neck, after introducing myself, she told me her name was Nala Ɓєiηmjσlηiя, that she was a merchant from the North and had trades in the oases and cities of the South, bringing skins and Nordic objects and buying salt that brings to the North, a precious and sought-after element.
  

    I replied that yes, I had seen the Doctor but he was in a hurry, perhaps to assist some sick citizens on some ship or in the woods outside the walls, I said that he will arrive soon, in the meantime, if we go and sit down somewhere, I will give you a little medication. I took courses for Pysichian, but only for first aid because in case of war you need men trained to treat the wounds of warriors.
   

   While we are sitting outside the tea room, on the soft cushions and after ordering some green tea with mint, I ask him to tell me about his life and why now and here, and she sips her tea first, then touches the wound that I had cleaned up after making sure it wasn't bleeding, he took a long breath and with downcast eyes he told me.
   

    I was born in the North when I was still little my mother died and my father took care of me, making me grow healthy and strong, when I was old enough I became part of the merchant caste. I have been ''Se'Merchant of Tor'', continuing my mother's work, then carrying The Golden Lily on the paths of Gor, I trade especially from the Thahari desert buying salt to take to the North even if it is very dangerous.
   

     I have never been well accepted by my adoptive family, so I have taken a partner with whom I am expecting a child, and I hope that as soon as the snow melts in the North he will come and visit me.
 

   I asked him who had wounded her, he told me that as he was entering a city not far from here, a warrior clad in black, stopped her with a knife at her throat while calling for a Magistrate, and after being questioned and shown my documents set me free and I escaped here to Brundisium, where Sir Awkir took care of me by escorting me and promising me his protection, and for now I will live in the inn waiting for my companion to arrive and rent a house.
  

    I think she is a great woman capable of traveling the planet in her ship and trading, and I hope her child grows up as healthy and strong as I believe her father is.
 

   I saw her walking away towards the inn with her protector and I hope to see her again to chat again and talk about the great North where I lived.
 

 

bnarianelnairad

 

                                                             THE EMIR THANKS THE READER

 

 

Greetings to all my readers, thank you for reading my articles-stories, I am very happy with your visits to the blog.

     Some of you have made very constructive criticisms of me, others a little less so, but I just wanted to remind you that this is not a journal that recounts chronological events, but I write about what I see, what I experience, and what I remember, I have not never wrote about rhetorical things.

     As for female slaves, I wanted to clarify that on planet Gor there is only one law and education for female slaves for the whole planet, except for those in the North who are used to being closed in the long hall for months, together with the Masters, Warriors and Hunters, they get a certain familiarity with them forgetting the basic principles.
   
Thanks again for reading my stories-articles and help me publicize this blog which is ours and not just mine....greeting
darianelnairad

   nb: I forgot to remind that woman who often puts me in trouble against others, life on Gor must be lived in peace, warriors are Warriors and Scribes write, so think about living in peace, do your job as alone....I don't copy anything from anyone.............

 

THE RETURN OF LADY SABAYNA

     During my afternoon tour, before stopping for my usual Blackwine at the Inn, very close to the palace of the Scribes, I said, I went down the stairs that lead to the gate that overlooks the road that leads to the Thahari desert tracks, usually it was always crowded with merchants and pilgrims.
    

    I was intrigued by the approach of a caravan from the trail that comes from the Shendi region, a trail that avoids crossing the great forest infested by Panthers, Talunes, and Marauders.
    

 Among the many people who lined up approaching the Prundisium Gate, I saw in the distance a known person, a free woman who, with her retinue, proceeded quickly towards me, stopped just outside the large door.
     

SIERRA ROSE

   My astonishment was great when I recognized my old friend, not that adoptive mother of my promised companion Sierra, I'm talking about lady Sabayna, we were together in the city of Cartassa in the desert before it collapsed due to the malice of many citizens, then we met in the city of port Victoria, of course she a business woman who traded between the desert and the gitta, it was there that I met Sierra, who studied at Scribe and who was later adopted by lady Sabayna and her companion sir Youroki, editor of the newspaper of Gor, I met Youroki, when after the flood that destroyed the city of Svago, I took refuge in the large and rich city of Landa called '' the city of golden domes '' he was then the builder in the city, and we often met in the large square surrounded by columns, after the destruction by the Torvies with the help of the Panthers, we fled into the desert taking different routes, I took refuge in Cartassa, he thinks he was in Kasra for a period to then build a private Oasis, starting his life as a journalist and Publisher.
    

    In Cartassa I met Lady Sabayna for the first time, the fact that she had very dark skin like that of Youroki, certainly a tribe far to the south of the planet, was something special and new to me.
   

    We were happy with the meeting after a long time, she gave me news of her adopted daughter Sierra, she had had a job as a scribe in a new city in the desert, but soon or at least I hope she will come to see me.

    I guided her to the Inn, where she has a table with chairs outside, I offered her a tea drink while I had my usual Blackwine, the slave Thascia, she was happy to serve us with true professionalism, and while Sabayna and I were talking I found out that the beautiful little Kajira, she was also a slave Istruitas master of the second knowledge, and worked in the office and had worked with a Scribe, I proposed him to help me in the translation of scrolls with different dialects in my articles in the newspaper..but his Master will decide.
   

    We talked for a long time with Lady Sabayna about the past of our friendship, their Oasis in the desert and that I would always be welcome, and I accepted with pleasure, I had promised many times to visit them, despite comrade Youroki, and always skeptical in entrusting me his adopted daughter Sierrarose.
      

    We talked so much that it was evening, without realizing the time spent chatting, we said goodbye with the promise that she would return, and that we would meet again soon...

                                   

 

Franken Awke

       Here we are with our second appointment of the ''Festival delle Kajire'', as you will remember the first evening was organized by the city of Ko-ro-ba, while this time by the big city of Tharna.
     

     I already knew Tharna, I had been there as a Cartographer years ago, I was pleased to see her again, even if many citizens are no longer the same, sometimes in big cities Warriors and merchants come and go, even the Ubar change, both due to advanced age and for new elections by the Superior Council.  

      I had stopped at the city of Brundisium after leaving Ko-ro-ba, I knew that a delegation would go to Tharna for the dances, we set out together with the Ubar, the mate, the Ambassador, the leader of the Traders and some female slaves, naturally escorted by Warriors.

We arrived at the gate just in time, Lady Jasmine the Captain of the guards was about to close it, I already knew that beautiful haughty woman armed to the teeth, after the recognition she showed us the way to reach the arena where the dances would take place .
         To my surprise I met Pysichian Franken Awke, I had met years before when I was in town on my job as a cartographer.
    

    Brundi's delegation settled in the last ring of the arena near some representatives of Port Kar and Port Olni, but a great many people from all over the world were crowded in the stands, together with hundreds of male and female slaves who encouraged their brothers and dancing sisters.
   

    In the stage of honor, the ubar of Tharna with L'ubarina, their Commander, the head of the merchants, the Slaver, and two judges, I don't remember that on the planet there are any other than the Magistrates, perhaps they are the same , and many of their slaves.
 the dances began, people applauded the dancers who in turn performed their choreographies with great pride and passion, even the beautiful and sensual music enveloped the audience in a surreal atmosphere.
        I'm happy with the show, and I thank the organizers, and all the slaves who participated waiting for the next date of the Festival
    darianelnairad

LADY JASMINE

 

 

         The first issue of the new (web) newspaper of the great and honored city of Brundisium starts today.
   

  What we would like to do and let the Planet know the latest news that arrives through the Merchants, the caravans and the many Pirate ships that sail the sea of Thassa between the North, with trade between the Vikings, and the Torvie or Vagons tribes, and from the South by the large island of Landa, Anango and all the villages and towns bordering or using the ports of the great river Vosk, from the archipelago of Cos to the large island and city of Leisure.
    

      The city is a crossroads between the Thahari desert, the Shendi region with its large forest, and the large city of AR.
    

      It is said that in the distant past when Port Kar and the city of AR were at war, merchants circumvented the prohibition of trade laws between warring countries by unloading goods at the port of Brundisium as a free port and from there the merchants to AR.
   

       Recently a delegation of citizens under the command of a Magistrate went to the City of Venna, but never returned, to cross the Shendi forest infested by wild unscrupulous Panthers, who kill men after using them as fertilizers of women, if males are born they are killed, or sold as slaves and sent to the mines, the case of that delegation is singular, we sent guards to look for them but they are certainly dead, or they deserted by fleeing to some distant place, or died in some ambush.
   

    The administrator together with the Ubar are reconstituting the caste of scribes and hiring new Slavers to enlarge the kennel.
   

   The population is invited to disseminate this new journal and participate in its compilation with news or events.
      darianelnairad

KAJIRE'S DANCE CONTEST
KO-RO-BA

    For a long time I wanted to review a new contest of Kajires dancers, the last time was when in Port Nykus, I glimpsed my slav Fahima preparing for the dance followed by her new Master not that thief Timmer the player, I chased that thug with some guards but he managed to escape by chaining my Fahima, ... remember he had stolen it with the help of an unscrupulous Slaver, while the city of Victoria was falling they escaped.
 

LADY ARETE NIGTH

    While I waited with other citizens and slaves in the village in the forest, but they escaped with that Player's ship, who knows what happened to my Fahima, I always wonder, but maybe she will be dead, or that player will have sold her , as he had with me when he needed money.

    I arrived at the port of Ko-ro-ba after a smooth journey, and with a favorable wind heading for the arena, I had just left the city of Brundisium after having visited it with its large port overlooking the Thassa sea, crossroads and stopover of many Pirate ships trading between the Vosk River and North and South Thassa.

      It is said that since the city of Port Kar and the large city of AR were at war, the Pirates circumvented the impositions by unloading the goods in the port of Brundi, so nobody had anything to say about the prohibition of trade between enemy cities.

      Many people were already sitting on the bleachers of that arena, in order to have a complete view of the track and the dances, I sat at the top,
  to the left of the seats intended for the high representatives of the city with the ubar in the centre, I was amazed by the many seated spectators, and by the many male and female slaves who occupied an area of the arena getting ready.

 
      The dances were fascinating, I have always loved to attend, since my early days in Port Kar where I lived as a lawyer and who often organized the ''Kajira contest dance'' in those other times, Port Kar was the center of commerce of the planet, and with his Twelve Captains, who with their ships plowed the Thassa the Vosk and all the tributaries of the river.

     After a few hours, the wonderful dances over, I stopped to talk to the lady Arète nigth, HoC about the scribes of Ko-ro-ba, we talked about the newspaper and the possibility that soon I will be able to visit their city, perhaps one day they will organize a trip to reach them and visit them, and who knows maybe stop me for a while to write about them.
  

     Late at night I returned to my ship to rest, the following morning at high tide we would set sail to sail up the Vosk and return to Port Olni, where there would be the Company Ceremony of Lady Kara Na-kos, which I had met, when I was courting Kara Serin of the same tribe as the Tuchuk, who live on an island in the vicinity of Olni.





darianelnairad

JOURNEY IN THE SARDAR FOREST

 ( PRIEST KING )

   I had long wanted to return to the Sardar, after the pilgrimage when I was still twenty, hurried back to my scribe class in Olni.
  

Since I haven't had work lately, after leaving Venna, I reached the port of Brundisium and took a ship to sail up the Wosk river, I wanted to return to Port Olni for a long time, I hadn't been there, I wanted to review the places of my first years of study and work .
   

 The first city you meet going up the river Olni and Sais. I had been there with Brjiana for my Gazette of Moon newspaper. but the people were all far away I don't know why and the city was deserted.
 

  I continued to port Olni, the great port and the great city with the camp of the Tukhucs on an island outside the walls, I knew that camp there lived Kara-Serin the woman I courted.
   

 I arrived in the afternoon, I climbed the great staircase that leads to the gates, I rang and Lady Lucy herself came to open the door for me, we talked between one gate and another, then she invited me to the tavern to drink a Blackwine and talk about the old days, she told me citizenship papers in case I want to stay and live with them.
   

 I left the city after having visited it, to remember the old places and my old house now inhabited by a tribe escaped from the fall of their village, and continued taking the derivation of the river Thentis until I reached the city. I was counting on meeting Lady Monica, or Sir Knight, but they too were far away I don't know where the guards had orders not to reveal their destination, and after loading water and food, we continued to the mouth of the river, then continued on foot towards the Sanctuary, I wanted to visit it again, and continue east towards the Pani village, they had invited me after reading my article dedicated to them in the newspaper.
   

 Everything seemed to go according to our forecasts, when the sky darkened, lightning on the horizon illuminated the sky, thunder seemed to wail in the distance, the further we went on the worse the weather became, rain, wind and everything became dark, the Merchant Warriors and Slaves of the caravan found refuge in some caves, previously seen on the side of a mountain.
 

  It was certainly not a storm that could stop me, I kept walking until I lost the path wandering aimlessly, after a few hours when by now I thought I wouldn't get out of that hell alive, I glimpsed a cave hidden among tall bushes, and I decided to enter rest and dry off a bit.
    

 Although the entrance was small, the cave became a cave with tunnels and paths, I thought it was an abandoned mine, but when I arrived in a large cave, I realized that I was experiencing what for many on the planet they thought was a legend, i.e. I had arrived in the center of the Sardar, between stone columns the large stone of the house turned without having any foothold sending a blinding emerald light while on the sides many sharp crystals came out of the ground. on the walls screens with thousands and thousands of lights that move, and at the feet type of boxes with lots of lights and clocks.
 

  I could not believe my eyes, I continued passing into the next cave, I found myself in a large room with stairs and many indescribable things and on the right, furniture and tables, I turned my gaze and a huge animal like a gigantic insect with four legs and two arms with hands coming out of its belly, I had seen those huge insects, in some drawings on ancient parchments, I was terrified, the animal didn't speak but transmitted the words to my brain.
   

 He told me that he was the only survivor after the mother for power had killed all her children, starving too, he was the only survivor living here directing life on the planet and planning the present and the future, he also told me that the recently very populated planet was sometimes difficult to manage, I show myself on a screen where the caravan was, telling me now go and never come back.
     

 A unique experience, I had met a Priest king .. but I would not have told anyone the place of the meeting depended on my life and on all those who arrived here.
 

 I decided to write it because my job as a reporter requires me to.
  I will always carry the memory of that day..
 

darianelnairad

 

 A DISTAN MEMORY

 

Backstory Thentis A new Life starts Travel & Blood Auction The strange Form The Testament Encounter, Suprise,Family reiunification Missed Person Return to Life The Exam On to new shores Surprising changes and a FC The Isles of Tira Kill Willy The bad Site of Tira One new borns in Hammersgaard En`Kara Fair Circus on Olni Village of Lara and the stolen Name The kidnapped Baby Cloudy Thoughts Lara - The Downfall Cuidada de Tharna Cartassa Desert & FC Renewal Cartassa Desert & FC Renewal Our travels took us far north where we were able to strike deals at Gudvangen, via Jasmine, Isle of Anango, back via Port Kar into the Vosk Delta, down the Thassa Cartuis to Cartassa, A caravan awaits us from the river bank, leading us through the desert to the gates of the oasis town of Cartasa Dessert, whose golden towers gleam in the evening sun that almost blinds them. 

As soon as our caravan could be seen on the horizon, some warriors and Lady Safina Uma Bin El Congo, daughter of the Pasha of Cartassa, gathered. Unfortunately, Pasha Congo has been missing for some time. However, we have heard that Cartassa is not giving up the search for her pasha and has appointed an interim pasha, Sir Abu Jabari. Safina is a distant relative of Darian's whose mother is Lady Mae, an aunt of Darian's, and throughout the journey I could feel the joyful uneasiness in him at seeing his family again. We saw the crowd of people at the gates of Cartassa, who apparently prepared themselves for a fight as a precaution when they saw our caravan with our entourage.

 Only when they recognized Darian in his magnificent robes of the Emir's, a cheering of joy broke out and we were greeted warmly and entertained. The joy of the reunion was great and Darian was able to clear up some misunderstandings from the past with his relatives, So came what was inevitable, we were asked to stay, however aware of the responsibility of our own Oasis of Seven Palms and its people ,we agreed to frequent longer stays and visits and agreed to a service contract as Magistrate and Avdocate with the City of Cartassa It was already getting dark and the sun was sinking its last rays onto the hot desert sand. We had much to talk about and they set us up a house where we could work on the Gazette undisturbed when we were here in Cartassa.

 There were nice private quarters above the Gorean Moons branch. Soon the 3 moons would be circling high in the sky and as I looked up at the sky my heart got heavy, very heavy and I choked back my tears. With all this reunion, Darian had forgotten that today, when the moons are up, our free social contract expires. I lifted my head proudly, I don't want to show any weakness, even if the pain is deep and the disappointment great, but that's life for a woman on this planet. 

Darian and I were just outside the house when I thought it was all over. I took off my veil and stood on tiptoe and kissed him tenderly on the mouth one last time before turning and hurrying to the INN where I would take a room as I was no longer allowed to live in that house. The pain in my heart suppressed hope that I could at least continue my work at Gorean Moons.

 Tired and sad, I sat down on the bed in the common room, still fighting back tears, when I heard the door open and Darian burst in with two mugs of Ka-la-na wine, took off his shoes and sat on the bed and handed me the cup. I would appreciate his gesture, but both he and I knew it wasn't legal, so I just shook my head so he wouldn't see the wet glint in my eyes. 

" No"! I said firmly "it wouldn't be legal and you know it and I won't submit to you...no...even though I will always love you." I lifted my chin defiantly and my eyes sparkled but with anger and disappointment "but the time it's over, it's too late!" Darian's silence made things even more difficult, his breathing ragged and his eyes darting to the heavens when he suddenly jumped up without a word and put his shoes back on as he ran, not realizing that he'd grabbed two different shoes and was running out . THAT WAS IT !! I saw the goblets on the floor, the wine sloshing across the floor as Darians dropped them, and now I couldn't hold back my tears. 

Only a few Ehns seemed to have passed, which felt like Ahns when there was a knock on the door and a deep voice asking for entrance. A massive Kajrius, presumably from the silver mines of Tharna, now stood in the room with his legs apart, after kneeling down briefly in greeting and asking me to follow him, he seemed to be in a hurry. "Why should I?" "Mistress, follow me, otherwise I'd have to carry if you don't come, that's my job!" So before I let this guy pick me up and throw me over my shoulder, I silently nodded and followed him, but I don't know why.

 
   He led me into the café, where the smell of black wine and fresh pastries hit me, but God knows why, I didn't feel like black wine. So I lifted my face and saw people standing in the cafe, there was Darian, Lady Safina, a lady in blue, obviously a scribe and a warrior. Darian smiled and learned who these people were, the warrior was Sir Ace and the scribe was the HOC of Cartassa Lady Lam's caste. Lady Safina now speaks for me and asks loudly: "Are you ready and willing to extend your FC's contract, time is of the essence but it is not too late, the contract is valid from the signing and not from the contract start ceremony, we should." " hurry up, if you agree, we should go to the Scribe Tower quickly! With wide eyes and a halting voice, I nodded and just said. Ai......ai... I want...!"

 Our contract was quickly renewed, we drank the wine of love again, promising to love foreverand honor each other again, each in their own words from the heart. And behind me, indeed, I heard a heavy sob from the warrior as he heard our mutually renewed vows. Even though everything happened in the last EHN, it was the best thing that could have happened to me anyway and I beamed at Darian, relief and a smile could also be seen when Lady Lam handed him the signed and sealed extension contract for good, also signed by the witnesses Sir Ace and Lady Safina and her self. 

We thanked him, and after a while Darian urged us to leave, we entered the newspaper house that had been prepared for us and went upstairs to our chambers.

 We held each other tightly on the bed for a long time until tiredness closed our eyes....

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