SABAYNA STORY'S  2part

 

     Today I talk about my arrival in Vigo and my first time as Chief Merchant and what it was like, it was as if we had arrived at the Salt War then

     Last time I reported on my pilgrimage to the Sardar Mountains. There I completed my tasks, attended the ceremonies of the initiates, went to the platform every day to pray to the priest-kings and looked at the numerous displays on the stalls of the large market. In the healer's tent I received my stabilizing serum, four injections on four consecutive days. So I stayed in the Sardar Mountains for quite a while until all my tasks were completed.

   I actually planned to return to Nadira later, the same way I came here. But then, as my stay was already coming to an end, I met an old acquaintance of Bazi's, Lady Marie. I was happy that she was well and that she had survived the plague, and she was happy to see me well too.

  Lady Marie belonged to the scribal caste and had held the position of High Scribe in Bazi. Thanks to her training at the famous Gorean Law Academy in Port Olni and her long experience, she had become the first of the Scribe Caste and was also a member of the Bazi High Council.

  Marie was one of the survivors of the plague in Bazi, not because she survived the infection, but because she managed to flee the city and escape the blockade. Because at night the south side of the city, facing the jungle, was not well guarded. Some residents climbed over the fence at night and hid in the jungle. There they tried to settle as much as possible without being discovered.
 

    One of them, a warrior named Brody, began to round up all the refugees and lead them to a new home. The refugees could only go in one direction, because to the west there was the sea, to the north they would have been discovered and to the south the jungle became increasingly dense. So the Bazii moved eastward, and when they were far enough away from Bazi and the blockading troops, they emerged from the jungle again.
   

    Their long migration took the Bazii further and further east, onto the northern flank of the Schendi jungle. When they saw a knight from the pond, they hid again in the forest and then continued their journey. They eventually encountered the Northern Silk Road, which ran from the eastern Jungle and Tahari regions to Torcodino.

  The Bazii could not go north as far as Torcodino, so they followed the road further and further south. Due to traffic they only walked at night and stayed away from the road during the day. After many days they came to a large river, the subequatorial Cartius, beyond which they saw the great desert, the Tahari. They stayed near the river because they did not dare venture into the unknown desert. Instead, they decided to look for a new place to live on Cartius.

  An incredible coincidence came to their aid. A few days before their arrival, a landslide had occurred on a prominent mountain near the river, exposing a cave. When the Bazii examined the cave, they actually discovered a salt deposit. It was the best yellow salt of a quality previously known only to Klima! It seemed like a gift from the priest-kings and they decided to found their new city at the foot of the mountain under the salt cave.

     The Bedouins of the Tahari called the mountain where they now settled Jebel Fighu. The word Fighu became the word Vigo in Bazii pronunciation. Thus the new city got its name, which from then on was called Vigo. Now no one cared if the residents had fled a plague-infested city. The Bazii became Vigoese and elected Brody, their leader, as administrator.


     The cave was immediately transformed into a mining tunnel, and some slaves who had come were sent there to mine salt. With the proceeds of the first sales, right under the salt mine, the new town developed: streets and squares were demarcated, houses and a market were built. A merchants' neighborhood was built along the river, and upper-caste houses were staggered up the mountain. And as a sign of gratitude the Vigolese built a beautiful temple for the priest-kings who had performed the miracle of salt.
    

    But this was not enough to thank the Priest-Kings. The city sent a delegation on a thanksgiving pilgrimage to the Sardar Mountains. Lady Marie was part of the delegation. That's how I met her in the Sardar Mountains. She invited me to travel with her to Vigo and promised me a home for my perfumery.


  Since then, the two trade alliances have been enemies, which we didn't know when we made deals with two cities in an alliance. That's how we were drawn. Mainly because of Ianda's spite.
Obviously our salt was a thorn in his side

 I'M IN VACATION... I WILL BE BACK SOON

 

 ESCAPE FROM THE NORTH

 

   After the first day in that village, I realized that it was not the life I wanted, seeing lewd men and women eating and drinking and making love even in the presence of others was against my culture as a high caste Scribe, and Magistrate, I was in a lot of pain, Lady Chiara with her always lewd companion, accompanied by male and female slaves, I realized that the woman I had loved was not that one.

      I suffered a lot, having those slaves willing to do anything at my feet didn't make for a better life, one day while talking to a merchant, who had also stayed in the village due to the snow and ice, he told me that Lady BB, the woman I adopted after the death of my mother, she lived in a village called Finnur fjiord, not far from here, I would have waited for spring to arrive and go down with some ship to Finnur, where I hoped to reunite with my adoptive family, luckily the winter did not it was very long, so after having said goodbye and thanked everyone including Chiara I left that village, without nostalgia, I had suffered those months stuck eating and lounging in the great Hall.
   
     Once we reached Finnur fjiord a bad surprise awaited me, my mother had left with my adoptive father Sir Mith for another village called Windermeer, many miles further south, he was a great builder and went from one place to another where they required the his work.
   
I stayed just long enough to take another ship that went down the coast from village to village to that new place, but even there they told me that my parents had left,
and this time for a city named Jasmine, I was very disappointed, the possibility of reuniting with family was once again gone.

      The life of those Viking villages was not for me, I suffered when I saw those half-savages, they had no laws, no one wrote or read and they spent their free time drinking in the taverns:

One day a slaver told me about a large and beautiful city in the Cos archipelago, its name was Svago, he told me that they had three Kennels (slave houses), and it was located on two levels, on the upper floor lived the high castew and was accessed both from the woods and from a device such as a wooden platform operated by ropes connected to wheels that the slaves turned and the wooden surface rose, I would finally be able to return to civilization and work as a Scribe or Magistrate.

     I left for that new adventure, I didn't know what I was going to encounter, but I loved working in big cities, so I boarded a Pirate ship headed to the Cos archipelago, they would load them with the best wine on the planet and take me to the south, the journey it wasn't one of the best, at that time of year the sea was always very rough due to the spring cyclones, and I practically didn't move from my bed.

     We finally arrived in that large port, many ships were at the docks, and people filled the large square in front of the port, I stopped at the inn on the left just outside the dock, I ordered a Pay, and I looked around trying to understand how they lived, the the lower city was mainly built on a long road that from the prisons and the bank reached a large square, where the merchants had their stalls, from there stairs went up to the upper forest.

     A slave accompanied me to the guard post, a Captain offered to take me to the high caste area, I guided myself to that new instrument which I carried on it in a short time, dropped me off in front of the Chief Scribe's office, and left saying goodbye , the palace was located at the end of a beautiful square full of flowerbeds and benches, with many flowers and fountains, I sat outside the door, greeting the guard on duty and watched the people coming and going, mostly women, I was curious that there were so many women in front of the caste buildings, it wasn't a good sign, then I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, I saw my whole life up until then in an instant, and I tried to imagine the future...... ..continues

 WEDDING IN THENTIS

    I have been living in my oasis for too long, nothing special has happened lately, only the arrival of the slave Lola who I had met on my travels, but she also left with her master, then nothing important, some time ago some people arrived. Pani builders, they stopped in the oasis and I commissioned them to build a house near the beach in Pani style, and I must say they did a good job.

   The other day a message arrived from a slave of Lady Sabayna, she lives in the city of Isfahan, she announced Lady Monica's marriage to Sir Euronymous, I don't remember this man, when I lived in Thentis he wasn't there, attached to the message was the invitation to participate in the ceremony, and after consulting with my elders, together with the Commander of the guards, I decided to accept, I wanted to, I wanted to see my old city again, where I had been a Magistrate, I lived there with lady Brjianna my companion, later I run away with an Opal hunter.

   Of course the journey was long, so I decided to take a tarn and fly to the coast on the Worsk river, from there I would cross the river and go up the Olni river passing through the city continuing to the city of Sais, up to Thentis, it wasn't at all the journey was easy, I had forgotten the effort of flying on the tarns, but in the end I arrived in Olni, bad news was waiting for me in the city, everyone was in mourning and I didn't know who had died until, in front of the stairs leading to the large gate, a guard told me that lady Lucy Bronet, the one who had been my teacher in the Scribe class together with lady Janette, had passed away, I don't know how or what had caused her death, I had seen her in the city of Geela at the wedding of Jovan the last time, everyone was sad, I thought there was no point in stopping, I would do it on the way back, I continued the journey.

     I arrived in Thentis, it was already evening, all the guests were already seated in their seats, a slave accompanied me to a bench at the end, I shared it with the Captain of the Thentis guard, Lady Monica meanwhile was at the end of the patio, nervously walking the future Comrade Sir Euronymous was late, and to my great surprise behind the altar as Officiant I recognized Lady Shaya, an old acquaintance of mine, she followed me to Port Victoria but then her brother called her back to complete her studies as a Scribe, she had a beautiful dress embroidered with gold thread, and she too was nervously fiddling with parcels and mugs

     The ceremony took place regularly, everything went well, in the end after the ritual greetings, we went to the tables set up outside the tavern for a small refreshment, I spoke with Monica about the past and the present and it all ended with the arrival of a sailor who he invited us to go to the port because the ship was leaving.
   I said goodbye to everyone and walked away with a hint of nostalgia, I had had a good time in that city, but my partner convinced me to build my own city, but then it fell miserably and she ran away.





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NEW DAY

 

 

    I wander around the lonely Oasis. I try to memorize every corner of the city and the island, Lucy isn't there yet, perhaps she sleeps in her rooms, and as I always did in the Northern village I love walking in the morning looking for a quiet corner where I can sit and admire the beauties of nature. The first birds are already flying among the trees, some very colorful parrots are on the still branches observing me, some little monkeys jump noisily on the branches with their cries, everything around is in bloom and the bushes are so green after the brief rain of the night.

      It is not difficult in the early morning to meet someone who goes into the forest to collect coconuts or scented flowers, some women at the stream kneeling on the bank beat their clothes and I silently pass by, some recognize me and greet me with respect, but I don't want to disturb them from their beautiful work as housewives.

      Having climbed a small slope, I look back, in the distance towards the palace and scan the windows where the beautiful Lucy will surely be with her maids preparing for the morning walk in the large garden, but I see nothing else, only a wisp of smoke rising high from the kitchens, the women are already preparing lunch and dinner for the day.

      I emerge from the thicket of palm trees onto a small beach by the sea, beautiful and isolated, I don't think anyone ever comes here, in fact I tell the guards to bring some chairs so I can rest and admire the sunrise when I go out in the morning for my usual walk.

   A wonderful thing just far from the beach, two dolphins play chasing each other in the water, their jumps resemble the dances of the palace dancers, behind the small cliff you can glimpse the ships outside the port waiting their turn to enter and unload the goods .

    Finally I find a small rock and I sit down, I take off my sandals and I put my feet in the still cold water of the night, and I look at the Sun which, coming out like a yellow ball of fire, spreads its rays, I look far away towards that Sun, and the my thoughts run far away, it is not long since I left the village of Hammersgaard, the beautiful Nani sir Erik and all the other Vikings who have given me their hospitality and friendship over the years, it was not easy to separate from them, but my place and here in the Oasis, now that no one from my family lives anymore, except my sisters and my parents who adopted me by taking me to the North in the village of Finnur Fjiord, but I haven't seen them for many years now, even if the love for they never end.
 

   Lucy told me that she loves me so much. I also can't help but think of her, and soon I hope to be able to take her to the Temple for the Ceremony, and who knows maybe one day I will have children with her-

THE OASIS IN PARTY

 

    After the death of the Emir, sadness had invaded the Oasis there was no future, fate was raging against the El Nairad family, first Darian, then Orlando, the population mourned their Emirs.

     One day a ship arrived at the port from the North, it had the insignia of the Vikings, but it also had a banner of the eL Nairad family, the guards surprised to see the insignia ran to the Commander in the guard post, they reported about that strange ship that had just arrived , he, suspicious, went to the port to investigate if that ship was really strange, Viking ships often arrived from the North with furs and forest products, but this time something shook the Commander, on the bridge together with some Warriors there was a man with long black hair, he looked very much like the Emir who everyone in the gulf and in the Thassa Sea thought was dead after being shipwrecked in the storm.

   The Commander hurriedly climbed aboard along the steep gangway escorted by two trusted men, and was even more amazed to see that imposing man with his icy gaze scanning everything around as if looking for something, arriving on the bridge and then having introduced himself, the commander welcomed the man by asking him for his credentials, and his amazement increased when the man told him his name was Ulysses of Korat, one of Pascia's sons, who escaped death thanks to a slave who had hidden him in a basket and had brought him to Korat, in the Shendi region, he said that he was the eldest son of the Pasha, but with a different wife from the other sons, and that to escape the raiders and Bedouins of Cartassa, he boarded a Viking ship and of having lived with them in the North for many years, even though he had traveled a lot and studied, and now knowing of the death of his brothers he had rushed to the Oasis to help the population continue their happy lives with a man in command, now that they there are more heirs he had become the new Pasha.

    The news quickly spread around the island, everyone rushed to the port to pay homage to the new Pasha Ulysses of Korat, this was the name the Vikings had given him. Great celebrations were organized and the long closed palace was opened to the newcomer and every window was festively decorated, the celebrations lasted a week according to tradition, after which life slowly began to move forward, the happy people worked and the Pasha he knew how to command those people firmly and wisely.

      But the Pasha wasn't happy, he was alone, he didn't have a partner, often in the evening he would go to the port, sit on the dock and look at the infinite in search of something lost, he was looking for love. One fine day while he was walking around the city greeted by everyone, a foreigner caught his attention, she wasn't excessively showy, she wore simple but well-made clothes, she walked haughtily with her guard, their eyes met and it was love at first sight, her deep blue eyes, her long blond hair, her long and tapered face, had won him over, Ulysses approached the woman asking her name and who she was and where she came from, she blushed after for that handsome and haughty man, even if he didn't yet know who he was, she said her name was Mariagiovanna, but everyone calls her Lucy, I've just arrived, she said, from the far west, in a region with a large gulf and I'm passing through here on my way. to the Sanctuary.
   

     Ulysses was so enraptured by the beauty of that woman, he invited her to the palace for a big party that would soon take place... she accepted without knowing who that man was, and they parted with the promise of seeing each other again at the palace.

        Lucy's surprise was great when she arrived at the palace and everyone bowed as she passed, until she reached the end of the hall where Ulysses was sitting on the throne waiting for her, she burst into tears of joy and amazement, Ulysses took her by the hand and accompanied her to the chair placed next to him and started the party. After many dances, he spoke to him about dreams and hopes and the future, and she told her life of happiness and sadness, the Pasha asked Lucy to stay at the palace and asked her to marry her, she, scared but happy, agreed to stay and promised to love him all his life and to give him children for his Kingdom.

     Now she lives in the Oasis, she furnishes her rooms and those of the children who will come, she spends a lot of time with Ulysses, hugging him and kissing him in return

Padre: Francis (casta verde) 

 

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HISTORY:..WENDY

 

 

She is the daughter of Cintia (perfumer) and Francis (renowned green caste surgeon). Wendy decides to gain acclaim in the world of medicine in her early years, at just 7 years old, when her father goes to another city to take care of her health and that of her sick mother with a soft drink that cures her of pneumonia. finally failing. in her arms. From this moment we are aware that ignorance of the cure is the impotence of not being able to help the sick who have the option of saving themselves if they have sufficient knowledge.

After a day of mourning she knew that she had to turn to Koroba and explain what had happened, but no one else had to be moved by the fact that it was Tharna, Tharna was for her partly a toll of the enemy who had this. She felt guilty about the greens that made her want to believe that if that had been the case, Teo would have survived. Before going to Koroba you talk to several citizens of Tharna and one of them tells you that it seems that you need the green caste so you decide that you want to practice your profession in Tharna but first you have to go to Koroba to explain. What happened to your family, he gets documentation and decides what to do with your children. He goes to the store, talks to your parents, clothes and accessories, essential medications and a first aid kit, asks for the documentation you think is necessary and decides to now leave your two children in the care of your family. He marches with a new mercenary to Tharna with the aim of taking advantage of his profession,

The emptiness of her heart due to the loss of her human heart Isaac enters a depression, taking refuge and finding peace of mind in the temple before the mourning passes. Thanks to her only living baby (Rosa, greenhouse and mother of her father), she learns to read very fluently and to cook, recognizing the child's edible and inedible specialties and accessing the first medical documentation. basic. Before the age of 10, medicinal plants can be collected and grown and the course of an untreated disease can be predicted. At the age of 15 he began to help his father in the clinic, observing on many occasions how animals and even people treated patients, working as a right hand in surgeries, making his first pills, learning to prepare tinctures and ointments in among other remedies.. When she had known Teo for 16 years, a young man born in Tharna, 5 years older than her, belonged to the red caste and had a comforting smile, when she felt protected and her eyes shone in a special way. I heard you many times consult your father with whom you collaborated, always coming to Koroba to meet her with some excuse. The following year, Wendy announced that in the coming months her lovers would be united in marriage. At 18, Elisa married for the first time, 4 years later in Santiago.

When you have two children you will be able to practice the green caste and complete your studies. At the age of 23 she practically obtained the license and officially worked alongside her father as a Green Breed in the clinic. Indeed everything seemed like the seat, yes she really felt happy and happy but this did not last long. Theo continued working in Tharna and went from place to place, often refraining from going to sleep for a few days, but this time he assured Wendy that it would not be 2 moons before he returned, but 3 moons to arrive. He got home and this gave him a bad feeling, the next morning he brought a message informing him that Teo had been injured. According to the word that Tharna wrote in the book and Theo's letter said that she had a deep wound near her heart and he was fighting for her life on the second floor of the infirmary, she wanted to see her so that she would not survive. Wendy went to be heard by a mercenary in a drag cart she was making there but when she arrived it was already too late because she had made a mistake. They explained to her that he was a 35-year-old boy, apparently a debased beggar with one day's pay who attacked Teo and refused to bring weapons into the city... She was completely devastated, and felt depressed in one of them in the hostel rooms for 7 moons, making sure that the slave tavern owners were the ones who visited their room, paying a supplement and going up from there just to get to the temple to pray.

 

 WHAT THEY DON'T SAY IN GOR

 

 

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      A multitude of women have landed on the planet Gor, they present themselves as arrogant and presumptuous, acquiring titles that are not always theirs, wherever you go, in the cities, in the villages or in the tribes. It's the women who have the upper hand over the men, and they don't always play Gor as they should according to the books' directions.
     As for the Scribes... lately in the cities there are more Scribes than citizens, everyone wants to be Magistrates or assistant Magistrates, so it happens that in a city I found: three Magistrates and a Chief Magistrate, a Chief Scribe, an Ambassador, a Warrior , and a Merchant, in the books only a few women became Scribes, because it was a job dedicated to men, but today they all have bright clothes, they all go around with slaves, and they all act like in cartoons.
      I studied as a magistrate, I have had a lot of experience and various cases, now sometimes I come to cities for my newspaper and I feel ashamed to say that I am a Scribe-Magistrate, however I hope that everything continues for a long time to come.
    As for women, they forget their Gorean role, and allow themselves to send notices of warrants to the Magistrates who are untouchable only the Initiates can judge them, there is no court, unless it is played like in the WALT DISNEY cartoon, which lately it is the most popular for life in Gor.
    My thought is this: I just hope they don't destroy the game, many leave GOR because they get bored with the slave roleplay, always the same, and I just hope that Gor doesn't end up like the Vampires, the decline begins when all the women wanted to become Queens

THE HISTORY OF NINDE

     I want to tell you the story of Ninde Dragon, a splendid girl I met in a village in the north, the first thing I saw as soon as I arrived at the port was little Ninde, her exotic appearance, a mixture of light and dark skin , she did not hide her origins, certainly from the South, perhaps Shendi, but her roots certainly inherited from distant relatives of black skin, her body very sinuous and with accentuated curves, not very tall but with everything in the right place, her brown hair with highlights clear and her greenish and very deep eyes with a honey green in the center, she was not very tall, she could have been 1.65 tall at a guess, with a weight that must not exceed 60-65 kilos, her build however very athletic, with legs muscular, someone who walks a lot, she is very intelligent. she knows how to behave with visitors and is in control if she speaks fluently. and she presents things like a strategist, even if she sometimes gives away her distrust of strangers.

  She welcomed visitors in the name of her owner, she intrigued me a lot and I asked him to tell me about her life, she was a little hesitant at first, she doesn't have a very open and talkative character but my question intrigued her and she tells me that has a particular story of her own written by her in her free moments secretly from her master, and that he would be happy to give it to me so that I can publish it in the newspaper..

I will meet him at the tavern when she has finished her work, and she will bring her scrolls for me.

I start reading her story...... ''she Comes from Schendi, born in the Mamba tribe. She was the daughter of Ninde Naihjara Hjara and an apparently free man whose name we do not know, who according to her mother had Nordic features (big blond hair almost Alvin, pale skin and blue eyes) but she had never seen nor remember meeting.
She remembers a stormy past and only in flashes, of short phrases, screams and moans typical of hatred. That was the night that broke her stability, which she believes made her grow up and stop being a girl to transform in the process of becoming a strong woman, the mamba invasion of her village, seeing it burned, full of dead and losing his mother. above all., she generated great trauma and she filled a lot of time in her heart with pain, resentment, anger, anger and importance. That night she saw her mother die and she as her successor and she remembers with fire her last words of her that she shouted "Run, Run, Nindina"

   At the same time she said "my daughter will kill you all and she will eat dinner on your skulls".
She was hard to suddenly feel alone, young, helpless and have so much darkness inside her, she stayed hidden in the forests for 1 year, hunting alone and talking to animals, plants and trees. In this period of his lonely life, he killed every man he could with his daggers behind the weeds, turning his back on him, and his mother's last words always resonated in his mind and for this reason, with resentment, he tore off his collarbones from back to front and then cut off his head and kicked the ground contemptuously. On some moons she also fed on the human flesh of those she had destroyed, to rejoice in it, as a ritual to the moon and in honor of her mother.

After a year she felt she was going crazy and began to forget many of the knowledge her mother had taught her when she was little: medicine, writing and languages, good manners and dancing, so she began to outline her plan: To enter as a stupid girl and weak in a big city, to one day take revenge on those men who had destroyed his family. Soon she was enslaved and continued in the shadows to plot her revenge, but everything changed her plans when after 6 months: she met Mariash, her sister and together they shared stories for a while and she began to acquire and leave second his most beautiful things slowly. she starts out instinctive and wild, becoming more delicate and following her sister's advice to survive. 

 

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I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT LOST CITY

     It wasn't a lucky ceremony, a few days later she left for who knows where, chasing her fame as a baker and baker, famous for her cakes, and for her business, buying products to use in her bakery , abandoning Orlando alone in a city with few people and always busy.
 

After some considerations Orlando decided to resume his real name of Darian, leave his job as Chief of Scribes and leave for his home in the North, before the arrival of winter, I ordered the Captain to prepare the ship for the long journey from Geela to Hammersberg the Viking village. I left once again sad and alone, sometimes happiness when you think you have it in your hands... it slips away like sand and you are once again left looking for someone.

 

    We left at high tide, the southerly wind immediately pushed us out to sea, setting our course towards the north. At night I was woken up by the movement of the ship which bounced on the large waves which were formed by the strong northerly wind which swept the deck of the ship. , the Captain gave the order to reduce the sails, trying to maintain the course, for three days we were at the mercy of the wind and the raging sea, which pushed us away without the possibility of maintaining the direction of the course, until the morning of the third day we we woke up surrounded by a thick fog that hid 

 

everything, the commander had fires lit at the stern and bow and we continued our misadventure without a destination.  The whole day and night passed like this without having a point of reference, until the next morning a sailor shouted Earth, we all went on deck, we found ourselves facing a gray and gloomy island with high mountains, until we were in sight of a majestic fortification, with large boulders that formed the protection of the high and massive walls, to our great surprise other ships were at anchor and some at the docks in the small port, in agreement with the Captain we went ashore and found ourselves in front of the large gate after crossing a bridge suspended between the rocks, we entered and another stone bridge suspended in the void led to the city gate.

    At the entrance a commander of the guards, Sir Liam welcomed us together with his slaves, I introduced myself as Darian the Emir, and as Scribe and magistrate of Gor, after the welcome he showed us the Tavern and the entrance of the Scribe caste , I met Lady Katerina there, assistant head of the Scribe caste and daughter of the Ubar, after introducing myself and giving my credentials, she told me that there were already many scribes and magistrates, but that in a big city they needed new people. I accompanied myself to Sir Marco's office who asked me about my work around the planet, he already knew me by reputation and was proud to have me in the Caste, he asked me what job I wanted to do, but there were already many Magistrates, the I said that I was studying to be a Magistrate, for now since the job of Cartographer was free I accepted it, then I spoke to him about my newspaper, I asked him to open a branch of the ''Gazette of Gor'' he was enthusiastic about the idea I gave him some copies of my newspaper, told me that I could start preparing a copy entitled ''the lost city'' for printing until everyone can read.
 

     I was also welcomed by Lady Kallist, the aide of the Casta chief and daughter of the Ubar Sir Harry, I remember well having met him other times and now he had built this remote city, calling the best inhabitants of the Planet to live there. I met Lady Joy, also an old acquaintance, and while I was sitting in the square I also met Mr D, a helpful and kind merchant, I still glimpsed Lady Domino with her partner, and many other citizens whose names I don't know but with a I hope to get to know them all in a short time,
    The city looks like this: as soon as we enter the main door we find ourselves in a large square with the four sides occupied by sofas and chairs with tea tables, while in the center a large fountain, on the opposite stairs there are the bathrooms while on the right the caste of scribes, then going up the stairs there are the castes of the Doctors' Warriors and the offices of the Magistrates.

   I often take walks on the city walls, looking at the sea and the distant horizon, trying to glimpse something that can remind me of my lost happiness.

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