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Cheerfulness
The wash house, a two-story stone building with a gable roof that spanned the courtyard next to the south tower, was very busy. Alea and her children were greeted cheerfully, and they went to the hooks on the side wall, where they took off their nightgowns and hung them up.
In a Hyunic wash house, men and women shared different open areas: there was only strict separation between the normal people and the warriors and priests. Only women who were pregnant or whose moon blood had come could go to the private rooms to wash. In Hy, personal hygiene was taken very seriously and it was even claimed that the word hygiene, which is used far beyond the borders of the country and which is known to be synonymous with cleanliness, should have its roots in the usage of Hy, because it means " in the manner of Hy-adhygia ”. And taking a bath Hy fashion was an extremely refreshing proposition.
After the morning cleaning, Alea
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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
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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
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With a need for conversation in his heart, he jumped up and pulled on a long tunic made of thin fabric, which he fastened around his waist with a belt. He tied his hair and left the room to look for his aunt Sama-Karla.He found her sitting in the glow of the oil lamps on the large roof terrace above the west wing, where she had watched the sunset. She often did this alone. Sometimes she cried while doing it. Kanaima had observed this secretly. He hadn't known why then, and it had struck him as strange. But today he understood her sadness, which was very similar to his and which could quickly turn into anger. His aunt was very temperamental and it tormented her deeply to be locked up here in this disgusting festival, as she called the castle.He thought back to their first meeting when he had arrived here in Kalav with his little escort after a long journey through dusty landscapes. Sama-Karla had smiled at him, hugged him warmly and hugged him. A feeling he had only s
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“ 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
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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
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