THE MISSING EMIR
THE RETURN OF ORLANDO

      I arrived in the city with a caravan, coming from Brundisium, I left my ship anchored in the port, my brother Darian sent me a message telling me that he had stopped in Klima and I could reach him, to finally meet him and spend some time together, then I would return to the north before winter, where I have lived for a long time with my family.
      

       My name and Orlando Arliss, Darian's older brother, as children we lived happily in our Oasis, until it was destroyed by the Marauders of the Thahari desert, slave girls hid us in some baskets until we were found by merchants from a caravan, and they took us to the city of Cartassa in the desert, there we were adopted by the beautiful Lady BB Arliss with her companion Sir MIth the builder, until the fall of Cartassa by the Combo tribe, or so I believe, we were small, she saved us from death, I take us to Korat in the Shendi region, until that city too was destroyed by the panthers who lived in the forest. we escaped again and embarked on a 

 Pirate ship, after many days of travel maybe a month, we reached the cold village of Windermeer, in the north of Gor for a few years, then the village of FinnurFjord where we stayed until we were grown up and in the age of the studio we were separated, I was sent to the city of Olni, on the homonymous river, while Darian was sent to the city of Falsworth, both to study, I was the older brother, he finished his studies on campus and moved to port Kar, while he studied stopping at the city of Olni for a long time.

     Our paths then divided never to cross each other again, but always looking for each other, until after so many vicissitudes and many cities visited, he conquered a small island in the south of Thassa where he refounded our Oasis of the Seven Palms.

     Occasionally pirates from the south would hear from him but I was happy in the north and let him live his life, I later learned that the Oasis had fallen into the hands of a woman and an opal-seeking adventurer, the island had a rich deposit, and they sent him into exile.

    He wrote me that because of that woman he was often banished from the cities he visited, until he sent for me to live with him in Klima.

       Arrived in the city I found it deserted, there was no trace of Darian, I asked around but few knew him, some told me that they often saw him around the city alone and sad, until a salt seller in the market told me that he had talked to him and had confided in him the possibility of returning to the North, in a village called Hammersgaard, I had heard of this village but they were not Goreans but Vikings, I was rather annoyed, days and days of travel for nothing I still found myself once chasing my handsome but unfortunate brother.

      I just made time to catch up with a caravan going to the coast, they were citizens of Lydius returning to their city after being in the market, from there I would go to Brundisium and get back to my ship and return to Finnur to our mother, but I hope that I and I Darian we will meet sooner or later, even if Gor is big. but my hope is always alive.

WHEN IT ALL BEGAN (first part)

 My father then showed me a letter my sister had written. Kareen had heard of my ordeal and had invited me to come to her in Nadira to recover from my fright. I thought it was a good idea, because after all the people of Bazi gossiped about me. My reputation had been somewhat tarnished by my stay at Rarir. So it couldn't hurt to get away from Bazi, and my perfume shop was still closed anyway. So I accepted the invitation.

   I have already told you about my departure from Bazi, about the ghost ship that brought the plague to Bazie about my arrival in Nadira and my misadventures .. up to the departure for the sanctuary for the pilgrimage. One day the exalted Khan asked me to tell him about my life, I didn't know what to tell him or where to start the story, so I decided to start from the beginning. because memory is like a Sleeen it lies in us and the memories live forever.

  MY STORY BEGINS IN BAZI..
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       ( Bazi is the only city in Gor built directly on the equator, where the equator meets the coast of Thassa. The city has a large port from which ships go everywhere: to Anango, Kargash, Kamras, Port Schendi, Ianda, Brundisium, Cos, Telnus, Lydius and even Kassau. To the north, a road leads to Genesian Port. Directly south of the city begins the jungle of Schendi. Only the city wall separates Bazi from the jungle. At night we could hear the jungle animals scream and roar.

    The people living in the jungle, indigenous to the villages of Ushindi, mambas, pygmies and talunas, came to our city from time to time to trade whatever they gathered: spices and herbs, scented petals to make perfumes, Kailiauk skins from which our leatherworkers produced the finest gloves, myrrh resin from the coastal forest belt that stretches from Bazi to Port Schendi Bay, and, occasionally, some fine glittering gemstones.

    The relationship between us city dwellers and jungle dwellers was very good. Because Bazi owed his prosperity to the goods of the jungle. As a result, the goods were also well paid. Many Bazi families had also lived in the jungle in the past and moved to the city at some point. I too have ancestors who came to Bazi from Ushindi long before my time

Bazi is rightly called the city of perfumes. This is mainly due to the fragrant Bazi tea, which is sold all over the world and for which Bazi is best known, but also to myrrh and jungle herbs and last but not least the perfumes that are produced here. The heavy sensual fragrance oils extracted from the leaves of the jungle flowers and the balsamic reverberations that we draw from the woods are typical of Bazi. Having trained there as a perfumer, I also created such perfumes.)
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I was born in Bazi as the second daughter of Bruno Bazani, the magistrate of the port. We lived in the port district, the lower town of Bazi, right next to the port. My father had a very important job as a port magistrate and was therefore highly respected. All vessels entering and leaving were to be reported to him and recorded by him.

My mother did like me today. She was a healer and herbalist and she ran a little perfume shop down at the harbor where I learned. She too was called Sabina, and for this reason they called me Sabinilla, little Sabina, throughout the city to distinguish me. It wasn't until many years later, when I moved to Tahari with my partner Rarius Yuroki, that my name was changed according to local custom. Since then my name is Sabayna, which means nothing but Sabina.

I also had an older sister, Kareen. She soon left our home and formed a company with the warrior Ajax, with whom she and her two children lived at Nadira. These are my two nephews Alex and Bresi. We visited each other from time to time. In Bazi I was one of the "Free Maids" of our city, the free girls. We came from all castes: with Hannah, Mary, Margo and Poppy, the healer caste formed a strong core. Marie and Pamela were from the scribal caste. The merchant caste was also well represented: Zee came from a large trading house, Zanitta belonged to the slave traders and G of her sold tea from her plantation. Ambergris was an art painter and Gabby was the daughter of the innkeeper of Hafeninn. The two sisters Bella and Stella belonged to the caste of bakers. Later Rosa from the wine merchants also joined us

We have performed our flower dance on special occasions. It was the only dance we knew, but it was used on all official occasions, at the commencement of En'kara as well as at homage, council changes, and receptions for foreign legations.

Tea merchant G taught us how to serve Bazi tea to the guests of our city. that was our job, not Kajiras'. We did it in a very contemplative, almost meditative way that only free girls can make tea. We filled boiling water into tea glasses, carefully laid the tea leaves over the water, and carefully placed the sugar on top of the leaves with small spoons. We then let our guests watch in silence as the sugar pushed the tea leaves down and the hot water gradually took on the color of the tea.

We also regularly attended arena sword tournaments with the great fighters and watched the competitors we wanted to take on as mates. We each had one that we loved. We suffered with our favorite and rejoiced when he won a fight. The contests of Tharlarion, however, did not take place. Whenever there was a Tharlarion race, the riders were always so clumsy that they fell off their horses or rode in the wrong direction. We never warmed up at Tharlarion's contests; the free girl heroes of my generation were the swordsmen.

I learned many things about cures, herbs and perfumes from my mother, the great Sabina. However, she died when I was not yet 15 years old. Shortly thereafter, on my fifteenth birthday, I received a letter from the High Council saying that I was destined to be a healer. I would be given two armbands, one of which would always be taken off when I gave birth to a child, and when the second band was taken off, I would be allowed to fully practice as a healer.

So far so good, but there was a problem. The thing with the kids and the tapes should be done as soon as possible, before I turn 18. Therefore, my father had already chosen a powerful mate. Unfortunately, this was not one of the elegant and agile swordsmen we were so fond of, but a wealthy and handsome jungle spice merchant. The groom chosen for me was called Enzi and he had built a trading house in Bazi

After all, that made me cringe at that man. I was quite angry with my father who had chosen someone like that for me. Outraged, I rejected his request. I tried to wriggle out by saying that my mother had taught me more about making perfume than healing. But, of course, my father knew better; he had witnessed me being taught the art of healing at home as well.

I was already thinking about going to the Taluna's when I remembered my friend Maria as a way out. Maria belonged to the healers and had always been very interested in medicine. She liked to come to our house when my mother was teaching me. She always curiously hung on my mother's lips and in the end she possessed even more knowledge than me, because she learned so much more avidly. So what could be more natural than her proposing her to the High Council as the new healer? And I did, because Maria was a very sweet, shy and modest girl who would never apply for this position.

My plan worked: the High Council agreed! Dear Mary accepted the offer with great gratitude. I think it was really her big dream to become a healer. And she did it really well. As for the spice merchant Enzi, we too found a solution: Maria entered the company of Whisper, who was our ambassador and had been courting her for some time. Enzi didn't take Maria or me. He then took the tea merchant as his companion to him.

THE STORY OF LADY SABAYNA

From one of his stories

   
     The first years of my childhood I spent in Bazi, with my sister Kareen and her family, now grown up, I made the decision to travel to the city of Nadira, I wanted to go there to recover and rest after suffering from being kidnapped.

     We left at dawn at high tide, I stayed on the deck until everything disappeared, the coast, the mountains and my beloved city, I woke up the next morning, I went out on the bridge and a thick fog enveloped everything and a damp cold that was felt in the bones.
     Suddenly out of nowhere emerged a ship that almost rammed us if it were not for the readiness of the helmsman who with reckless maneuvers managed to avoid it, but the ship despite us screaming to make us hear, without any answer disappeared into thin air, as it had disappeared in the direction of Bazi, ghostly scene, shortly thereafter the fog disappeared and a warm sun illuminated the Thassa in its majesty.

    In Telnus, a city of the archipelago of Cos, I left the ship and boarded another that I took to Lydius, the navigation was quiet, the sea calm, a light breeze pushed us slowly,

Finally we arrived in sight of the port of Lidio at the mouth of the Laurius.

But as soon as they docked at the dock of the port, the Praetor with guards boarded, as the practice dictates to ask for the documents of the passangers and goods, together with them there was also a Healer named Dahny, who with a stern voice said: is there anyone from Bazi? I with my naivety came forward, immediately the guards with their spears pushed me to the side of the ship, I frightened shouted what was happening, the Healer said that an epidemic had broken out in Bazi, and before getting off the ship she had to visit me.

    I was out of this world, I couldn't believe what he said. while the guards very abruptly told me: let yourself visit otherwise we will throw you into the Thassa. Then with some reluctance I took off my veils and I uncovered my arms. She looked carefully, first in the eyes that were not yellow, then if on the body I had signs of bubbole, pustules or spots that could be proof of smallpox; Typhoid, Cholera, the Healer after realizing that there were no visible signs told me to follow her to the infirmary, she would visit me completely, it meant stripping naked and lying on the bed.

    She made the visit, took blood samples and withdrew to examine them. After two hours of trembling and worried waiting, she arrived saying you are negative, I burst into tears I thought I was going to die, but Lady Dahny told me calm if you are negative and for that you are healthy, you have no sign of disease. We had news yesterday that in Bazi the plague and the people die. The praetor ordered that travelers from Bazi be thrown directly into the Thassa or the pits of Dar Kosis, but the Healer with her authority managed to make the visits in advance and I was saved.

    Lady Dahny asked me what I wanted to do., I told her that I wanted to go to Nadyra, where my sister and her partner were waiting for me and she advised me to leave immediately, so that if they had known in the city that I came from Bazi she did not know what could happen. People were very busy and in a panic, so I took the land route rather that the ship otherwise at the port would have checked me again.

(Later I would have learned from the survivors of Bazi who took refuge at the mountains of Sardar, that a ship arrived in the port ramming the quay. The guards boarded but did not find anyone alive, all dead. My father the Praetor with the Healer Maria investigated, then gave orders to burn the ship, but by now the guards who had boarded had become infected, They went to report to my father and the healer, infecting them in turn, my father died immediately, while the healer fights like a tiger to defeat the disease that was said to be smallpox, but too many people died, it was later known to be the Plague).

     The nearby cities, Genesian Port, Port Schendi and, Kamras, made the naval and land blockade and ordered the archers to kill anyone who approached the walls or the  port. The cities near Bazi installed catapults to send food into the closed city, now in the grip of famine and hunger and death. But only a few food arrived others were plundered by Pirates, Brigands and Savages. There was only the possibility of escaping at night in the forest but few survived.

     After eighteen months finally the plague ended, the survivors of the jungle returned to the city, after two years a delegation of international healers entered Bazi and announced the end of the disease, declaring it was smallpox, by now the ship was burned with its dead and documents, but I never believed it was smallpox, It doesn't bring so much death.

     I talked to the people who took refuge at the Sardar mountains and the  symptoms were not of smallpox, (they said that their eyes and skin turned yellow and their body was filled with spots and bubbles the temperature was normal, but they had trouble breathing and an itch that tore their skin) after three more years, There was a second report attesting that it was indeed the plague, and for this I do not give myself peace, I will study this disease, soon I will hold a seminar in the city of Isfahan on infectious diseases and the plague.

     I resume from my trip to Nadira, where my sister Kareen was waiting for me with her partner Aiax with their two sons Alex and Bresi and  their Kajira  Silvi. They ran a small bakery in the city. When I arrived, Brianna,  the head of the merchants assigned to me a perfumery in the central square of the city, near I had one of our nieces, she had the shop as a seamstress. Chellie is her name, I also made friends with Lady Malin a Healer. Together we tried to investigate on Bazi without coming to any conclusions. I lived in the house of Aiax who became my protector, being my closest relative.

     My southern perfumes were not well accepted by the noses of the ladies of Nadira (near the Gulf  of Cardonicus, southeast  of Lydius and north by Ko-Ro-Ba). Fortunately a short distance away there was a bathhouse and I could earn coins by selling scented oils for the body. I also wanted to make soaps but there was already another producer and did not want to compete, When I had earned enough, I could afford a house, and at that time the builders built the new white city with lime walls. I took a house where in the evening I sat on the terrace listening to the music of the musician Gireaux, thinking of my beloved Bazi.

     The chief merchant Brianna was very active and always organized big fairs and markets and many people came from Belnend, from lydius, from Kasra, from En-Kara and even from the Oasis of the Four Palms, I remember Gireaux playing at every market, people gathered for dances. Sometimes I went out into the forest to make agreements with the Wild to have petals for my perfumes, but the suspicious Panthers did not believe my offer to exchange their petals and bottles.

   I got along very well with the people of Nadira, with the exception of Commander Anatisti, he always looked at me with suspicion for that I did not want to swear on the Home Stone, I always stayed in my heart in the town of Bazi. Fortunately his slave Fire loved perfumes and often put a good word for me, Even though he knew that I was protected by Aiax his sergeant, but still I tried not to make him an enemy.  Then it happened that the companion of Anatist escaped with his two children into the desert to the Oasis of the Four Palms, and all of us were close to him even in the trial that was held at the Oasis, We were there to cheer for him, but the Emir after the long and great trial declared that the children could stay with their mother. Anatisti returned to Nadira sad and disconsolate. And so understood that he was right in wanting me to swear on the Home Stone.

    The first merchant Brianna, advised me to change the caste, becoming a candle maker, (better than perfumes) and to swear in the new Home Stone of Nadira, Tt seemed to me a betrayal but I did it by changing my life.

    By now I was twenty-four years old. All the Goreans go in this age to the mountains of Sardar for the pilgrimage. A holy man named Dupie offered my brother-in-law Aiax a gold tarn as soon as I left, and he not having much income as a Sergeant agreed, and I left for the Sardar blessed by Dupie, leaving my sister Kareen my brother-in-law Aiax and my nephews, and here I am.





 

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ON THE ROAD TO THE OASIS
CLIMA

 

         After the fair of En-Kara, I reached the coast by going down the river Thentis, then the river Olni, up to the great river Vosk, from there it was easy to find a ship, to ferry us to the other bank, and take the track that leads to the Desert of Thahari, I wanted to go back to my Oasis of the Seven Palms, passing by the big city of AR then cross the forest of Shendi to Korat, at port Ship Rock I would find my ship and reach the Oasis on the small island near the island by Landa.

 

        I remembered sir Abraham, I had met him at the fair and thanks to him I had had a job as a magistrate instructor, who in taking leave said to me: if you pass from Klima Oasis you will be my guest, I had with me one of my maps of the desert drawn at the time of Cartassa, I realized that it wasn't exactly on my way, but I could still have made a small detour and reached it.

    We arrived at night, the men pitched their tents a short distance from the walls, and I would wait for them in the morning, when the sun was already high, I changed my clothes and with an escort of some guards I presented myself at the gate, a guard named Ben kept watch, welcomed me with friendship, letting me enter the large atrium under the great stairways, then  he sent for the Chief Scribe who arrived shortly thereafter.
   

      The chief scribe was a beautiful woman, who introduced herself telling me  name was Lady Xarra, I introduced myself giving my credentials in which she read my degrees with Lady Janette(rip), she told me she was been  her student at the University of Scribes, and like me promoted with honors, I was happy even if you know well how I feel about women in Gor, but there are exceptions and I think she is one of them.

      We talked about this and that, then I take me to visit the large and beautiful city, in oriental style but with the structure of the real cities of Gor, with the walkways that connect the five towers of the castes, a marvel, I remembered the city of Landa with its gilded roofs and the thousand friezes on the palaces and the thousand columns all around, I show myself the offices of the Scribes, the court court and the various palaces, taking me around the spotlessly clean streets paved with shiny marble.

    After some time while we were talking about the work of the Caste and the opportunity to work with them, Sir Abraham arrived, who was delighted to see me again, he asked me if I had visited the city and told me next day I would be presented to the Sultan, then he asked me if I would consider stopping with them and working at Scribe's, I told him I would think about it, noone wait me at the Oasis my last queen had gone away, and I would be alone, so I'll think about it I said, then I thought, with the hope of finally finding a partner to live life and have a family.

   Now I'm in the city overlooking the balustrade of a walkway and I look at the desert, all my memories emerge and become alive, see you tomorrow..




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THE LONGEST DAY

 

    What can I say......................... I remember an old saying that says '' MANY ENEMIES, VERY HONOR''.

   Lately many things have happened, after my trip to Hammersgaard, and the visit to the King of Bergland, with Dwarf the Queen, to have new lands, for the reconstruction of the village destroyed and sacked by hordes of Landless, which in the moment of the South are sowing terror in the North, and in the villages half empty of men, who left with their ships loaded with skins, for trade in the coastal cities, of the Golgo or of the great river, their first stop is the archipelago of Cos, for exchange skins for good wine.

     Back at the fair, I concentrated on my newspaper and on the events that followed each other every day, I wrote other articles about it and I invite everyone to read them, I met my sister Lucy Arliss on the closing night, I went with the my friend lady Alika, we exchanged a few words, we said goodbye, even with lady Sabayna, the great perfumer who had her tent at the fair.
    Many people attended the closing event as usual, there was a lot of curiosity to know the city that will host the fair next year, and after several proposals, among competing cities they finally announced that next year Genesian will organize, I hope to be able to participate with the tent of my Oasis, and with my newspaper.
    

    There is not much to say about the event, characterized at the beginning by dancing by Kajires,

  and from the multitude of Goreans and slaves from all over the planet, who filled the stands, there was no longer a free place, in the end, after saying goodbye to Alika and Lucy, I returned to my newsstand, I put all my material in the boxes , ready to go back to the North with my Caravan.

     For my journal (web Blog) which now has a new name ''Dariantravels'' it has been a good success, many have read and I have had gestures of affection from many readers, including my lessons for Magistrate in the event tent, it was successful, thanks to sir Abraham who gave me the opportunity, lady Lucy Bronet also gave lectures and participated in the closing ceremony, you will remember lady Lucy Bronet and the Tatrix of Port Olni, before opening my journal I had requested of citizenship to her, then I left causing some perplexity on the part of the great lady lucy, I hope one day she will forgive me.

   I am writing to you while I am traveling to the North, I want to devote myself completely to the paper for now and rest from the long journeys and the bad experiences I had in some cities, but it is all forgotten now I want to visit the North and write about the Villages populated by Torvie and Vikings , I hope one day I can meet my Arliss family, always around for my father's construction work, and live happily with them.

   On behalf of all the Goreans, I thank the organizers and the staff of the EN-KARA Fair, I won't say the names I could offend someone by forgetting it, but you were great and very good
                        THANK YOU

3)   EN-KARA FAIR-KAJIRES DANCE

ALIKA

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  Greetings to all fair attendees both as spectators-visitors and as exhibitors-sellers, thank you for picking up your copy of Gorean Travel's newspaper, I didn't expect such a success and I hope you will continue to pick up your copy with new items in the future.

      After having had my presentation (lesson) on the 23rd, in the Scribes tent, on the subject of magistrates, where I was appreciated for my professionalism and preparation.

These days I was traveling to the North and precisely to the village of Hammersgaard, I was there to greet Nani my friend daughter of the king of Bergland, but I wrote in the previous article what happened, I returned today just in time to attend the

 

festival of kajires dance, and always a great event admire their dance with their twirling in the air, with the background of beautiful music .although they are not only Kajire, but there are also Kajiuri, their performance is also fantastic.

I write while as a spectator I observe the dances, I admire the beauties who from time to time take the stage half-naked covered by some veil, my friend Alika the Farmer who has been bringing me her products from her farm for years, once I too had my farm with many Borsks, Tarsks and many Verrs who filled the lawn of my Oasis with their young, then for my travels I entrusted it to some paesants because they lived there.

 

 I was talking about the dance, as soon as I arrived at the fair, I noticed that there weren't many people around, I asked a slave girl she told me about the festival and she accompanied me to the big green tent of the Kajire, I found there hundreds of free men and women and many slaves sitting with them to assist.

As  there no more cushions I sat on the sidelines, to be able to write in peace and paint the dancers, and some spectators who most struck me, too bad there was a Tharl Race , but I preferred dance, because I hopeed it is more appreciated.

     The fair runs with many events every day, especially in the Tent of the Castes always new events of all kinds, all the castes participate, unfortunately my trip to the North kept me away for a few days but I hope to write some more shows and maybe draw the conclusions of a beautiful fair that I think will remain in the history of Gor.

   I would like to invite you to visit the Sacred Sardar where in the caves you can see the first Homestone, with the control room of Goreans by Priest Kings, and know a specimen of Priest King in the hall, so  raccomending you Landmark and a must-see visit.(Sacred Sardar - GE Maps & The Good Gorean)
     (don't miss the next issue)

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