Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.
As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.
Chapter 55
Remo invites us into his house, as promised. There we can freshen up and rest for a bit before gathering in the square to see and hear what the Sato has to say. Cabilah has her own room, while I share a larger space with Numico Retsj.
"I don't understand it anymore, we were dealing with murderous lunatics," Numico said doubtfully. "There's no sign of that anywhere," he yawned and sank back into the pillows. His eyes seemed to roll away for a moment, then he looked back at me.
“We rely too much on information from the outside, we forget to look inside. Our eyes see, but our brains tell them what they see. Sometimes you are so close that you no longer see what is right in front of you,” Numico continues. He looks at me kindly while he talks in half riddles.
I focus my gaze because there is something. Then I laugh softly, I see something of my old master in his eyes. As soon as I realize this, the look disappears from Numico's eyes with something that might have been a wink. He yawns, looks at me, and speaks. "You're grinning stupidly at me," then he yawns again and then continues; “There was someone again, I spoke in riddles, right?”
I nod, “but not too difficult. I'm glad they spoke up because I also started to have serious doubts."
“What did they say?”
“They talked about our eyes. That we rely too much on what we see, instead of what we feel and know. That sometimes we are so close that we no longer see the whole picture. I think it's correct. We didn't expect these men to leave this village untouched, but it happened. We cannot reconcile this with what we know."
"We started this journey to speak to the man who thinks he rules the world. Both for a different reason. I want to tell him about the horrors that take place because of the demons. My gut tells me he can put a stop to that. And after your last dream, it seems even clearer to me. The symbol connects these three parts, he who rules, those who kill, and the horsemen who left this city alone."
"You want to show him that no one controls the world and that he has a big hole in his soul if he thinks he does. That this idea blinds him, robs him of the sight of all the beauty this world can offer. Apparently, your life paths are interconnected, something that has also become a lot more certain after your last dream."
"So we must not let ourselves be deterred from our goal of finding this man. I don't trust these riders. My feeling warns me not to believe in what the Sato said. We have to gather our own information. This means that we need to get in touch with those who have contact with the riders left behind."
"We should not fish for information too blatantly, because we do not know who can be trusted. But everything we can learn may save us from these horsemen in the future. Everything we learn helps us reach the ruler's tower."
Remo went to get food. When he returned he caught snippets of the conversation. He waited until we had finished speaking before entering. I could read the worry on his face; would this motley crew be able to stop the riders and the demons? Would they have anything to put pressure on their ruler? Something that would secure his village, his position, and his life?
Since that conversation with the old man, he had become increasingly worried. He had even mentioned leaving the village several times before the Sato spoke.
He could easily flee through his father's estate to retrieve some valuables and never return to this region. He, so far, had not done it. Was that out of fear of falling into the hands of the demons?
Remo looked weak, based on the little I knew about him, he had never been a hero. He is a great businessman, he can arrange and influence all kinds of things, but he is the type that would always avoid danger.
Now he was with these people who spoke about looking for the ruler. That was the other part I saw, the part that made him stay. He was proud that he had traveled with them and that he had given them shelter and therefore actually felt one of them.
The square filled up. From both entrance gates of the Kratyo, a procession of people and animals entered the village to gather in the square. Merchants had immediately turned it into a market day, so much traffic would certainly offer some trade, and who knows, maybe this was the last time they could trade.
The village square surrounded by wooden houses was large compared to the size of the village. There were blossoming apple trees all over the square, and here and there a low shrub grew. In the middle of the square was a stone platform on which plays and plays were performed on holidays.
In front of some houses there were wooden water troughs from which thirsty animals drank. The stalls and carts were scattered all over the place, although most were placed near the stone plateau.
Children played with balls, stones wrapped in a rubbery bark so that they rolled a little, others played knights with sticks. It looked like an annual fair was going on.
Most of the girls had gathered in a corner of the square, forming a circle around the other girls. The atmosphere was cheerful, apparently, everyone was relieved after feeling the intense fear for several days.
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