Finally, the warriors who had come down from the forbidden Upper Sanctuary received the blessing from the Hyaunset suer. Raen knew that they had undergone a zhangha ceremony in the upper temple room during the past hours. Unfortunately, his father hadn't told him exactly what was going on there. Roman came over to them. His eyes shimmered glassy from the effects of the intoxication from the Zhangha herb, and he shielded them from the bright sunlight with one hand. Raen looked up at him and he smiled.In the courtyard of the chorten, which in the meantime had been prepared for the big feast, the people mingled again, and people took their places in small, colorful groups on the mats. Everyone had brought their eating and drinking bowl and put it in front of them. The whole courtyard was filled with lively chatter and laughter, and the children's corner surpassed the adults in terms of cheerful exuberance. Then the fragrant food was served by the men and women of the house. For

No, she would no longer do that, the conflict was in her heart and she would accept that from now on, just as Roman would have to accept it!Childlike laughter outside the door tore her from her web of thoughts, and she went to see what was going on in the hallway. Roman was just coming up the stairs with Hereke. The friend wanted to pick up Raen. But before Alea could fish for her son, because the knot from his belt was already undone in his back, the two boys had already disappeared at a run. Smiling at the boy's boisterous joy, she turned and followed Roman into the room. Downstairs in the courtyard the morning meal began, which today was more like a midday meal, it was already that late. But even if her stomach gave a clear signal at the thought of eating, Alea wanted to wait until Roman had finished dressing. Today they could afford to dawdle, it was a feast day. She sat down in the bay window and watched her husband quietly as he slipped his jet black dari over his whit

And when they were finally seen again, Reni still held on to the lead. A little behind him was a warrior named Rika and right on her heels was Roman! They turned onto the road that led through the pastures directly to the finish line. Alea, Andra and Raen screamed their hearts out, and as if Kaeisan could hear this, he went to great lengths once more and carried Roman past Rika on her white horse. He was now about a hundred paces from Reni, who was only half a mile to go. Reni glanced over his shoulder at his pursuer and laughed. Suddenly he reined in his foaming horse and waited for Roman, who flew up quickly. Shortly before he caught up with him, however, Reni dashed forward again, Roman now close to his neck. The last few steps it was a head to head race. But at the finish with the eagerly cheering spectators, Reni finally kept the nose in front. And no one except Roman himself knew whether he hadn’t taken his horse back at the last moment to let Reni go on ahead. The crowd

“ No, I haven't yet. But maybe it will be better if we stay here. I have something important to tell you. ”She motioned to the servant to bring another chair and pillow. When he got what he wanted, Kanaima took a seat next to her and waited for her to begin. But first came the food. He patiently ate the well-seasoned meat from a silver bowl and drank diluted, cool wine with it. Sama-Karla looked at the young man, the son of her hated brother. He looked painfully like him! The cool blue eyes, the sharp-edged, curved nose, the curved, narrow lips, the first dark beard on the cheeks and chin, all framed by lush black strands of hair. And although his features were similar to those of his father, Kanaima's insides were quite different. And that is why she had grown to love him like her own child, whom she had been denied. She had given all her care to Kanaima and done everything in her limited power to make life here in the lonely castle easier for him. It wasn't easy, becau

Actually, you shouldn't get a reward for doing so much work for me!" He said sternly. Then he checked that the knot on the beam was tight enough and that there was enough water. Hopefully the storm wouldn't get so violent that it worried the horses."Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Laughing, Roman nudged Kaeisan as he was just about to nibble on his headscarf, which he wore instead of his helmet when working in the fields. He went through under the horse's neck and was handed the pitchfork from Hroenka, a young warrior. Roman thanked him, fetched two large forks full of hay from next door and then passed the forks on to the next one. After a few loving taps on his horse's neck, he left the stable. To his not-too-great surprise, it was already pouring rain outside and the wind was sweeping across the rooftops. Roman ran right along the wall to the washhouse. There he took off his mud-stained clothes and washed himself thoroughly. The clothes stayed as they were, he would j