On the move to the city.

‘Brian’ moved on to an other city, where he settles in a old shed on the side of the main road. a sign hung from the doorpost ‘Brian’s Handywork’. He grins as slowly work came in. Reparing the door of a barn was one of the easy parts, helping the bower cutting wood for arrows was a different story, though it learned him a lot and the bower learned him how to shoot an arrow at least at a target instead of miles around it. In a way all these little things shaped him a bit different then he was before the “unwanted” events.

Sooner or later he had to face his ghosts of the past and slowly he worked his way to the larger cities. after spending time in this village he moved on to the next. His cart was renewed. it had a roof above it and even a sleeping place inside. No longer he was pulling it but an animal was doing that work. He had gathered coin and respect from the people he had worked for and he was trusted by the locals to work for them, that all made him move further towards the cities.

He was not recognisable as he was before, he did not wear any taharian clothing just a normal low caste workers outfit, suitable for work on land and in a workshop. he still wears the simple machete though its no longer rusty or blunt, its a fine piece of weaponry now , together with a simple long stick it is suitable to hold of any outlaws or wild beasts. On the road he is again and in the far distance he sees the outlines of a large city that is his target, though before  reaching it he will stay some time in the village close by to get familiar with the local laws and habits around the city.

Dead or Alive , The Merchant somewhere on the coast.‏

The wreckage of the raft laid on the shoreline, no human being was found or seen near it , though the raft was not complete, parts where missing. A search was made though the origin of the raft stayed unknown and the consortium never mentioned that they had dumped a man on the rift with a raft and that he had disappeared. Normal life goes on and people took for granted that the raft was washed from a ship without anyone on it.

Miles further on a small island in front of the coast a man washed ashore and the way he looked was horrible. He clothes where torn and he did not look anymore like the sophisticated man he once was. He had a name . Vylixan, a name that had a history and a history that brought him into this situation though he never planned this. He looks around and grins .”Well I am still alive and I guess I am dead for the rest of the world. Lucky and unlucky I am to be here.”

Then he starts to explore the island and he sees the coastal line. “I will stay here a while to recover, if there is something to eat and drink here and then I make my way over. Though I have to plan this right.” he nods and searched the beach to see if there is something useful there. In his seek-outs he finds some bottles and crates, even a crate with clothing and most important he finds a machete, a used one and not that sharp though with the right stones he can sharpen that again.

He continues the life on the small isle by creating a small shelter from wood and tree leaves, the machete was a great help in that and a small campfire. the rest of the days he spend with sorting out the found goods in the creates and preparing a worthy raft from palm-trees.  he already had sorted out the clothing he would wear, nothing would look like the old merchant he once was. he looked more like a craftsman, one that could help the farmers with fixing their gear, to help out a blacksmith or woodworker. Only when you would look into his eyes you would see the different man behind the masquerade.

When he finally had finished the raft, it took time as it had to be a solid one, not a trash one that he was left on when he was dumped on the rift, he took all the gear he had collected , the crates, clothing and peddled to the shore.  He smiled when he arrived. everything he had he hide away in the dense coastal vegetation and he goes out to seek a handcart.  With that and the crates he looked more if he belonged there. In the night he stole a cart , made more scratches on it, dragged it through the dirt and packed it with his goods. Carts where all the same and because ‘his’ cart was not empty none would suspect it to be stolen.

The next weeks he spend traveling from village to village , earning some gold, food, gear and made contacts with the local craftmen and higher caste to gain letters of recommendation. These letters are of a great value as they are the gateway to more work in other villages and cities. He does it the smart way. Instead of claiming who he is and take back the company he used to own and the risk of getting killed this time, he build something new. He still has some things to settle though that will be done in time.

He closes his eyes for a moment while he is fixing a axle of a wagon, something he learned from a wagon builder some weeks ago, and thinks about his list . several high placed people are on that list men and woman, then he checks his pocket and finds a nice piece of rope that reminds him of something else. He then laughs and nods at the owner of the wagon. “It is fixed again good Sir.”  the owner pays him and thinks him for the repairs. Then Vyl goes on the road again.

One thing is in his mind, he took the name ‘Brian’ to be on the safe side and that’s how people address him now.  ‘Brian the handyman’ Together with the papers and experience he has he goes out to find more work and to see if he could build up a network again and to see if a certain Lady is still a free woman or has been persuaded into something else. He grins as he sees the scenes before him that have happened in the past, though as he is now , she would never looked at him if she would walk past him. He walks on dragging the cart with him with a smile.

Vylixan – The final chapter of the Merchant.

The huge ship arrived in the port in the morning sun and on deck there was a movement of people getting the ship ready for the docks. When the ship docked the crew spread out and loading and unloading of the ship begins. In the large captains cabin Vylixan discusses trade points on the route that they have to visit to make the most profit. Then he sighs and says. “I need to get some fresh air, I’ll be back in two hours or so.”

He then leaves for the tavern, in there he gets the drinks he want with the girl served with it and while enjoying that he has talks with several people who are in the tavern. That way he finds out what the port needs for his travel next time and after a while he leaves the tavern again, filled with the knowledge and the paga gathered there.

When he walks through the streets he noticed a small shop with curiosities and he goes in. the owner welcomes him and in a some time after a long chats they go to the back to see some nice things that he might buy. He is offered some tea, that he accepts out of politeness and when he drinks it it seems the world is changing a bit, it becomes more fuzzy. He has no idea that he fades into darkness and that he is carried away through small paths to a ship in the harbor.

When he wakes from the faded state the next morning he finds himself bound on deck with some guards around him. He has no clue though before he can say anything a man in robes of an administrator talks to him. “It has cost time to set up a trap that finally snapped and we finally got you.” The man laughs without laughing. “You should know that you could not be smarter then the consortium when you acted like you own certain places.” Then the man is silent.

Vylixan looks at the man , still no idea what the man is talking about. He waits for more information to be able to negotiate his way out of this. Fighting his way out is not even on his mind and he only can wait for things to happen. Then the man points at the railing and he says. “You will find out how it is to have nothing anymore and nothing around you but isolation. We are in a very remote part of the sea and we have a raft anchored to the small rift here and that is your new home for as long as your life may last.” The man Laughs.

Before Vylixan could say or do anything he fades away when one of the guards hits him with the shaft of the spear and he falls down on the ground. It is in the evening when he wakes up again, finding himself on a rift, with a raft with nothing and he sits there thinking, waiting, considering the limited options he has left. Chance of survival is not high, and by that it means that though he may not survive, the company will. He always knew that one day the company would have to go without him, though he could not foresee that it was today. Over thinking everything he fall in a restless sleep.

Weeks later on the shore of the mainland a raft is found, broken and beat to shreds, A storm had been formed and had wiped the rift clean. When the consortium had returned to see what had become of the Merchant they found nothing. The merchant was gone and the the company he once owned continued under the same name though its owner had never returned from his travels and was considered dead.

From the desk of the Magistrate.

From the desk of the Magistrate.
The magistrate sits in his office at the docks, it is a quiet morning with not too much troubles from the night before. In the cages is only one man sleeping away his drunkenness. Form his drawer he takes the small in leather bound diary and starts to write again as he was used to do back in Tyros, before all kind of events made him not to write down his story.

He hears a soft knocking at his door and when he says “Enter please come in” and a slave appears. There are no city slaves in Telnus, only privates, slaves from the slaver, paga slaves and council slaves. He looks at the slave as she asks him if he needs something. While Tyros had an unrealistic large amount of blackwine in stock, Telnus does not have that so he says to the girl “Just bring me some water, that will do”. The girl repeats his demands and vanishes towards the café.

He is now several weeks in the City having a good time, feeling him self at home. He not only has an office at the docks but an apartment in the blue cylinder in the upper city as well. He already met several people, got invitations for counter visits to other places. Especially the Northern territories are attractive for him as coming from the Deep South. He reorganized his trades and acquired an official business license. Slowly everything falls in its correct place and his wealth is increasing as it did back in Tyros with one difference: he does not show his wealth. This time he keeps that a little more hidden. He smiles as he thinks about his old very rich decorated office, he grabs a quill and his diary.

Slaves, he writes, are coming in many different forms, from the worker male slave that unloads and loads the ships till the hot blooded girls in the Tavern. But what makes a slave in his eyes different then all others. What would a slave that I want to have at my side be like? Well, he continues, its not the body that is the most important, of course he wants the body to be nice, but the contents of the mind and soul and heart are far more important.

I saw several slaves already that match my description as being intelligent, independent busy, pro active and with a soul. Slaves were you can talk in-depth with who you can use in your daily business. Those are your personal caretakers to look after you as they feel when you need something. Slaves that are not puppets who only sit and be pretty. So yes they have flaws and that make them alive. Some of the slaves were even used to be High Caste Women. Its idiotic to believe that suddenly they become brainless beings that can’t think.

Well you would say grab one , there must be a lot of them out there. That might be true but it is not. The good ones are hard to find and I am not active looking for one. Does that make me unhappy. No not really , sometime lonely of course but with all the things going on that never takes long and before I know it I am busy with other things and I just use every slave that is nearby when I happen to need one. If they walk there, sit there doing nothing then they can be used. It is of course sometimes teasing to order a slave, when she is busy with a Free Woman.

He smiles when writing it all down, then the slave returns with his water. He looks through the window, sees nothing special at the docks and lets the slave stay for a while to serve him. With a refreshed throat from the water he continues his writing only this time about an event.

A few days before when he found a man in his jail who according to the reports had shot down the Tarn of the Tarn Captain with him on top. Normally a serious offence although to his defense it can be said that the Tarn Captain was doing offensive maneuvers above the harbor and docks. Personally I would have done the same, but I don’t carry a bow with me at the docks. Anyway while preparing the trial several messages came in saying that there was a day of celebrations planned to celebrate the new Ubar. The man who shot down the Tarn is a lucky one as with the day of the celebrations, amnesty for all prisoners was announced. And so began the day with the release of a prisoner who could now join the festivities.

The day passed on with not to many troubles, a few drunken lost sailors from Port Kar, but that was handled fast by the Rarii that were on guard and at least the drunken Captain of Port Kar paid for his stay in Telnus. We should have know it when they arrived. Port Kar and its drunken sailors mean only trouble. The most funny part of the whole festivities was that the docks and the vineyard where transformed to one big tavern. Most free women stayed inside there houses or were drinking tea in a tent placed near the Arena, while the men have a free game in the rest of the city. The festivities ended in the night with an auction of a belted slave for a few hours, I do not know who got her as I had business to attend to at the docks.

He sits back down and lays the quill down, then he closes the diary and puts it away while emptying his goblet with water. He looks at the girl next to his desk and says “Go to the café and prepare some food, I’ll be right over“. While the girl runs of to the café he releases the sailor that was still in his cellblock. The man pays his fine an with a greet he disappears into a alley. Then the Magistrate leaves his office and walks towards the café mumbling “Yes. It is a fine day …”

The Docks: Dawn… Tyros * Dusk… Telnus.

Dawn… The Docks of Tyros.

Shadows are moving on the docks as the large transport vessel arrives and opens its hatches. Out at the Thassa a guarding galley lays silent in the water fully armed and ready to strike when needed. A second almost identical one is laying almost next to the transporter guarding it while at the deck strange dark skinned men with scimitars and short bows take their strategic positions. A cityslave wandering on the docks waiting for her Master to return from fishing sees the movements and runs to the slums where it is stopped by a man.

“Come here ” says the man dressed in a kilt and with long black hair while pointing at her. The slave almost got a heart attack when He spoke to her “Yes Master “ she says softly and scared to the Chief Magistrate as she recognises his face. “Guide these two men and find my sister, she will be ready to leave by now, these two men are her guards” The Magistrate says and then the Magistrate smiles to the girl .”Go now”.

The girl and the two men dissapear towards the citygate and dissapear into the city while the gate closes. Then the Magistrate waves his arm towards the buildings in the slums. While the early beams of the sun hit the streets of the slums , slaves appear with boxes , bags and carts loaded with goods moving towards the transporter vessel in the harbour. The scarlets guarding the city see it happening but they look the other way as they have been payed well to do so.

He stands In the middle of the slums giving orders and directions towards the slaves, workers and men working for him. He smiles as he sees the progress that is being made and whispers softly. “Sometimes you have to hurt and be hurt to grow stronger although you don’t want to hurt.” A slave looks up wondering what the Master means but he is pointed to move on. A steady stream of goods that slowly dies out in to a few remaining people carrying the last things is moving towards the docks and into the ship. Then the large transport vessel leaves the bocks and heads to the open sea. In its place a smaller vessel reaches the docks waiting for its cargo.

The silence returns and the sun raises higher, the noises from the city become louder as the city wakes up. The Magistrate stands as a rock in the middle of the slums with a few of his warriors nearby. Now that they are shown in the light you can hear slaves who are peeking from the buildings in the slums whispering “Taharians… Nomads….. Warriors of the Sand….” The Man in the middle looks up to the sky and says “Any ihn now, stand ready.“ Then the large heavy brigde is lowered and the gates sway open as the city reveals its beauty trough the gates.

The man waits as the slave arrives followed by a young woman dressed in blue and guarded by two fierce warriors. When they meet in the slums the man speaks. “Tal My sister, you have everything ? Then we move. “ The lady nods and yes “Tal my brother all is packed and shipped ” and walks with grace towards the smaller ship and dissappears in to it . The man waits until she is gone and signals to the men. They quickly retreat to the ships and he himself is the last one to embark the smaller ship while the bigger ships move to the open waters he stands and watchover the docks,slums and city. He whispers “Too many things happend in there , too many nice and too many sad things.. Yes it was best to leave.” Then he nods towards the Captain and the small ship makes it way to teh front of the small fleet and they move out.

Ahns later he sits down with the Captain and with a large map between them on the table , they are discussing where to go . “What would be a suitable place for a Magistrate who left a City because he found that he had no choice for his own honor, believes and way of doing things.”He asks the Captain. The Captain looks at the map and search into his memories then he speaks “Cos , Sir. Cos .. I heard good things about it. You will fit perfectly Sir.” The Magistrate looks at him “Cos… Telnus .. Yes. I saw recomandations from friends. We go there Captain. “ The order is given and soon the whole small fleet moves towards the Isle of Cos.

When the small fleet reaches a small unknown isle near Cos they disembark all and the Magistrate claims it as his personal isle to live on. Then he gives the orders to build a house for him and his sister and all that is needed to support the isle on its own. After that he moves to the small ship and enters it. With the orders given the small ship sails towards Telnus where in the harbour it embarks it cargo of passengers. A few days later the Magistrate stands at the docks, his hands at his back looking over the harbour towards the sea when the sun goes down. He smiles and whispers “I am home”

Dusk… The Docks of Telnus.

Homeless and Lost ……

The darkskinned stepped back Chief Magistrate looks at his old City from a distance. He Lost all becasue of his own principles and believes. And old song from the old planet of earth goes trough his mind…

Just because I’m losing
Doesn’t mean I’m lost
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop
Doesn’t mean I’m in a cross

Just because I’m hurting
Doesn’t mean I’m hurt
Doesn’t mean I didn’t get what I deserve
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I’ve tried to cross
And every door I ever tried was locked
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the shine wears off…

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn’t mean you’ve won
‘Cause along may come
A bigger one

And you’ll be lost
Every river that you try to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the firing stops
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the shine wears off

Lost and Found

Vylixan has returned to his office tired and sad and also happy. He walks to his private servery and grabs some water. Then he sits back behind his desk, takes his diary and starts to write…

What should I say; I don’t have much luck with slaves and female personal it seems. The Magistrate that the Lady Physician requested me to take under my wings is gone. I knew she had some back-story but I did not know it was that bad. After a few days just before we could make the plan final to visit other cities to see their law system, I received a sealed scroll.

The scroll stated that the holder of the note is going to be responsible for the Lady Magistrate to teach her a few lessons. Normally I would put aside such a note and just laugh about it, but not this time as it was written by the person who put her under my wings in the first place. I could not refuse such a written and sealed request. I had to release myself as her protector and let her be taken away by the man who had the note.

Again I lost a Magistrate who could have helped me with my work. Again I felt lost as again there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. The Priest Kings must be having some reason to torture my soul every time I take a step forwards.

He stops writing, drinks some water and stares outside the window. He stands there for some time and then he continues to write

Well that was one thing. The other thing that happened a few days after that, was an event that was not good but was needed in some way. While standing on the bridge mumbling about my lost Magistrate, my dear sister in law showed more or less that it was my fault that she was gone now. As she loves to pick on me all the time and always balance just on the edge without going over it. I could not stand it any longer

When lots of events are happening and can’t blow of steam then it only takes a little push to let it explode and that happened. At that moment I just wanted to get rid of them all. Just to be alone and find piece. Only I oversaw the fact that my intended is stronger that it seemed she was. She ran off and took the first ship out of town. My sister in law was of course very angry and her Father too. When I heard she left I still felt something inside me that wanted her back

I had to find out where she went. What she did not know was that a lot of captains report runaways to the Magistrate of a City. That is me in this case. I used up a lot of favors and spend a lot of coins to gain the information of where she was. And a day ago I finally receive the info I was waiting for. She was still on a ship docked in the harbor. The crew had left and would return the next day.

It had a very fast sailing ship laying in the harbor and when I boarded it , we sailed quickly towards the harbor where she would be. There the ship was waiting till I would have returned, alone or with company

He looks around in his office, he loves it. He thinks back at the dark ship he went on not sure what to find.. Then he returns to his writings.

I entered the ship that should have her somewhere. And searched it all, the ship was abandoned. The only place I did not look was the Captains Cabin. I could hear that some one was inside. Instead of smashing the door I decided just to knock on it. A voice whispered to enter and I recognized the voice as it was hers.

This time I did smash the door and entered the room with my sword drawn only to find it empty except the Lady I searched for. I only gave her one option. I tossed a coin and said “head or tail” she made her choice as she had gambled that I would go after her and find her before any one else would. I brought her back home where we talked. She will not run away anymore. As she knows now what she already knew in her heart, I do love her.

He lays down the quill and closes the diary.  He opens the draw and looks at a nice shiny piece of metal with a lock. He smiles as he knows that it can stay in the draw as a reminder to women who tries to be renegade runaways. He empties his mug with water and stands up. It is time to go home as she is waiting for him there.

A fresh new day.

Vylixan sits again in his office. He grabs his diary and starts to write.

Well it is a new morning and I feel good.  Why is that you might ask? One answer: Council Meeting.  I have to admit I was nervous; being a council member with a strong opinion at his first public council meet with lots of things to say is not easy. I was afraid my thoughts and plans would be laughed at and wipped from the table as I thought they were controversial.

When I think back to the meeting I only can smile as my plans and thoughts were not that idiot as I thought they would be and the majority of the plans where voted for and accepted making me feel very good as I did spend a lot of time thinking about them.

In the next days to follow, I found a slave girl who could have been yellow caste before being a slave girl redecorating my office. She rebuilds the wall, placed paintings, plants oil lights, and she even managed to build a fireplace in there.

And she threw out the old furniture and made new ones specially designed for me. I think I will have to keep an eye on her. She is too good in that kind of work to just forget about her.  I wrote her name down in my list of slaves to use for work.  To have such a nice office makes a man relaxed also because there is a small servery in there as well.

Vylixan takes a sip from the blackwine he took himself. There are no slaves available this time of the night as they are sleeping or busy with their chores.

The other thing that happened a few days later was that while I was looking out over the slums from the bridge enjoying the fresh breeze coming from the sea, our Lady Head Physician came with a Lady.  She introduced her as her daughter who came from a different city with a somehow sad background story. She is a experienced Magistrate and the Head Physician asked me if I could take her under my wings and let her be working for me.

Well I am stupid in some things, but not a fool to reject an offer that is good for the wellbeing of the city, my own office and her joy in working as a Magistrate.  I don’t have an assistant but an experienced Magistrate making me Chief Magistrate. It also means I have to travel more with her to other cities to gather information to make our office strong.

Also with the office nice and working I set my eye out for an apartment fro me and my Free Companion to be and maybe a slave in time. I remembered writing down the name of the slave girl that did a complete overhaul of my office and contacted her. I pointed her to a nice open spot on the upper hills of the city and requested or should I say ordered her to build me an apartment.

Vylixan grins as he thinks back at the glistering in the eyes of the slave girl when she received the order, she seemed pretty happy with it.

With that all in progress I could set my mind on the coming big events, the Free Companion Ceremony, my intended was thinking of requesting the Regent to perform the ceremony and I liked the idea.  Some things you just leave it up to the Free Woman to do.  The ceremonial needs clothing, guest lists and so one. The official announcement with the date was also released making it become very close by every day that passes.

Vylixan empties his cup of blackwine and smiles as he sees the sun rises above the horizon. He mumbles that in a few, the baker will have the bread ready and he will get his breakfast from the slave serving it. “Yes it’s a new morning” then he closes the diary and start to do some morning readings.

A Day of a Magistrate.

After a nice day Vylixan sits down at his desk, the room looks empty as it is going to be redecorated. He takes his diary and starts to write a new page of his life in Gor.

Sometimes things happen in a very fast time frame. First a new Scribe had arrived in Gor, experienced in magistrate office work what gave me the opportunity to hire her as my assistant. Only to fire her a few days later. It has no use to go into details but she lost my trust. It is not easy to do justice when it concerns your own people. So I am without a assistant.

The second thing happened that I have requested the nice slave girl I saw a few times to clean my office and take care of it. As she is a city slave she will do fine and it keeps her occupied and also a little away from visitors that see slaves as things to use in the night and throw away the next morning. the other reason is that she has something special, hard to explain, but I just know.

As he writes it down , he sees in the corner of his eyes the girl cleaning the carpets and he smiles at her, then he writes on.

The days of a magistrate are not always easy. You have to do justice, but you also have to think about the city, its wealth and growth. On of the difficult thing is when you have the life of a person in one hand and its death in the other. A few days ago I received a document containing two Free Companion Contracts for the same persons and the request to investigate and act to the findings. The first contract was pretty normal, nothing wrong with it. The second however would have enslaved the woman directly after the ceremony and she would loose everything.

A typical case of forgery, a very dishonorable deed to do for a man and especially a scribe. The Blue caste member should be integer and not corrupt. Anyway the woman had signed only the first copy , but her seal was also on the second. And every one knows that no free woman would ever sign such a slave contract. The other thing was that the city seal was already placed under both contracts and the regent never signed it. That made the whole story is seen from a point of view that we have in fact a crime against the homestone.

An act where there are only two options.. Dead or alive, impalement or banishment. Although the woman might not have acted as free women should do, she was proclaimed not guilty. The man on the other side was guilty and there you have the basic problem. Every city needs men, he was new to the city finding his way and yes, he should be impaled or banished. I decided otherwise, I decided that he would be placed under the Ambassador, who know how to train and make men out of boys, to develop him self and regain his honor.

He waits , closes his eyes and opens them when he hears the soft voice of the slave girl offering him his blackwine in the traditional serving way. He take the cup from her hand, puts it on his desk and ruffles her hair with his hand. “Thank you my girl, you are doing fine” he says and smiles when she blushes. He decides to let her talk with others and sends her to help the other city slaves. He returns to his writing.

That same day the man died. I am still angry about it. He committed suicide, disgusting, unworthy and when he jumped from the cliffs he blamed others for his deeds. The only thing he really did was that next time there will be not an other chance. Justice will be done, blood will flow.

He almost breaks the point of the quill when writing it down. He takes a sip of his blackwine and relaxes. He writes on.

After that I heard that the next day I didn’t felt right, as if I had done something wrong. Maybe he should have ordered to let them both be removed from the city, to give her a new chance in a different city and to let him be impaled. With those thoughts in my mind I went walking and walked straight into my intended sitting on a bench with her lovely kajira. Seeing her makes you forget all your worries.

We talked about the big day planned for the 31st of Jan. And the things she already had arranged, she went out shopping for new clothing for the day with her kajira and blushed when she said I could not see what they bought. I can live with that as she had also ordered clothes for me which was send to my apartment. We do not live together yet as our apartment is being built as we speak. In a way we are conservative but also progressive but most of all in love.

With a blush on his cheeks he lays down the quill and closes diary as he thinks about his beautiful intended that is going to be his free companion and mother of his childs.

A Fool’s Behaviour

Vylixan returns to the office tired and exhausted and starts to write down the events that changed something fundamental in his Gorean Life.

As you all know when we survived Pravus an arrangement was made between me and Lady Emuna, she is of course a very fine woman. although dominant, rebels and always busy with work or other things. To get a hold of her is almost like hunting and catching down a wild animal.  As I am not like the regular Gorean male waving with the collar if the woman has thoughts or her own, a constant struggle was going on.

A struggle which reaches the limits of what is possible for me on a rational scale.  This went on for some weeks till it escalated on the moment my rational thinking had only two for me impossible options: Kill her or Collar her.   As it is never my intention to do any of the two options, well if she would freely submit, then maybe I would think about it or refuse it, but force collaring such a good woman is something I don’t want to and killing her is out of the question.

Somehow she felt it that she had reached the limit and crossing it would not be good, so she talked with her father and broke up the courtship.  It happened in public and to be honest I only could smile as I felt relieved.  For weeks I was not myself, I was turning in to a beast, maybe the beasts that woman fear and want to see. But that isn’t me.  I still love her as facing such a woman and reaching the limits together is something special. Anyway it is over and it freed me from an unwanted forced act that I would regret at the moment I would have done it.  I heard it from several people that I was not myself, not gentle caring, but anger and force where in control.

Vylixan puts down the quill walks towards the window and looks outside.  He sees a nice slave girl walking by with a lovely smile. He nods at her and returns to his desk.  He picks up the quill and start writing again.

Yes I was acting as a fool, and for the first time I did apologize.  Why? Just because I am who I am and I did not regret the decision that was made.  A fool’s behavior, that is what I call it.  Shorty after the break something else happened.  A hunter being hunted. A Young Lady with a very soft gentle character more suitable for me as she said it and also Lady Emuna said that approached me in a not so subtle way.  This time I was free, not an arranged woman but something else. Not that I was looking for a woman or wanted to fill the gap Lady Emuna left within me.  That gap will always be there and she knows that if there comes a time she is allowed to fill it in.

But that is not the case, I don’t have an expectation that it will ever be the case, the case is that  the lovely young Lady convinced me to go with her to a somehow more private place where we could talk, and we did talk a lot about all kind of things.  You might wonder who the Lady is.  I was surprised myself; it is the younger sister of Lady Emuna, Lady Izzy.  Well I had a long talk with her and also with her kajira as for me she has to approve it as well, making a Lady your FC without the support of her kajira will make the life of the man to a hell, and she touched my heart and stole it at the same moment.  The only thing to do was make it known to the world so I went with her to her Father to make our intentions open to the public and ask her hand.

Her Father of course looked a little weird but as he is a very smart one his greed took over and you could see the coins in his eyes twinkling.  He approved it only if she would weir the veils.  The poor man should not have trained me in the ways of the grey as I lured him into the open trap laying there for him.  Lady Izzy will only wear the veil during a raid/attack on the city or when she is outside the city.  Her face is far too pretty to keep in covered.

Vylixan looks up to the ceiling and sees the projection of Lady Izzy’s pretty face.

Yes a lot has happened the past weeks.  I have lost something and found something. Life is back in balance as it should be. I now look forward to the ceremony.  I am happy as the family is still together and even stronger as I see Lady Emuna now as my little sister and I found what every man should find someday.  A Free Companion who cares about you.

He lays down the quill and puts away the diary. He looks ones more outside the window and sees again the nice slave girl. He smiles at her and then goes back to work.