Favor

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