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 91
We had not seen or heard anything from Monta since our capture, probably he had smelled the danger and retreated. That had not stopped him from following us, he must have been closer than we thought watching us from a distance.
He looks dirty, mud and tangles indicating that he has had a long journey. Just getting here from the mountains is quite a distance, but I think he followed us all the way to green hell.
His instincts must protect him and tell him not to go any further. Dogs can wait for eternity on their master, that much Monta proved already. He must have waited and picked up our trail again when we came out of that crazy place. It´s strangely beautiful to see that after all these years, he is still faithful to her.
Dadrie beams when he too is jumped. Apparently, Cabilah forgot to inform him about the dog that must have been a Pup when the village was attacked. The animal may be old, but apparently, he is still full of life and strong, given the distance the animal had covered. After everyone petts Monta, he falls asleep tiredly at the feet of his mistress. We decide to follow his good example.
The next day we leave early, and the forests quickly turn into steppes, long dry grass as far as the eye can see. The area is flat, so we can make good speed without having to swerve for anything. Low bushes with enormous thorns and a lonely holm oak here and there decorate the landscape.
It's a good thing we have packed plenty of food because this area offers little relief. It would be good for animals, but a human being could not make a living from this. The red soil that we have become so used to in the mountain areas has now become yellowish and sandy.
The rain has been absent for quite some time causing us to leave a way too big for comfort trail of dust behind us. There is something sad about the land, as I realize this, I see to my left a sun-dried carcass of what must once have been a Yak.
Riding gives me time to think. Think about how it all seems so unreal. So much has happened. The fight, Rech's death, our escape, the green hell, Cabilah finding her brother.
We went on a trip to find a man who called himself the ruler of the world. Without even having found him yet, my world has grown apart at the seams.
Do I now know myself better than I did before?
Do I dare to trust now?
This journey is clearly not about finding the Sikh?
Was he just a realization of the reason I needed to start this adventure?
It seems completely impossible that we, a bunch of refugees, or even better, wanted criminals, will be able to speak freely to the head of the organization that persecutes us.
Once again I remember to have faith and decide not to worry too much about what can be done or what deeper meaning there is in this venture. Because those answers are endless, and it's fun to float on the stream of questions for a while, but it's nothing to drown in possible answers.
Numico pulls up next to me while I wonder how long the two of us have been traveling. Traveling near the coast made the cold season less evident but the rising temperatures tell me that season is almost over. That means we have been on the road for almost a year.
Yet he seems so much older than when we left. It's not just the journey; it's also the freedom to be who he really is that has accelerated this boy's growth into a man.
"We will meet the Sikh; I saw him again last night. He entertained me as if I were his lost son. It was strange; there were two of us, no servants, nothing, and he offered me a drink. He poured it, he took a seat in a chair of the same height, and looked at me while he spoke."
"He did this very uncertainly as if he was not used to this, that's how it felt. Then I saw blood, the whole building was covered in blood, but both my hands like clothes were clean. There were no corpses, just blood. No people, except me. It was clear that I would meet him, but why the blood?”
Strange, I can't explain the blood either. while I am adept at explaining visions, I don't feel anything about this image. It's as if Numico has seen something that was not intended for him.
But if not for him then for whom?
If he saw this, it had to be someone close to his heart. That would mean one of us. Or was it possible that the answer lay in the future and possibly the person did too?
These visions remain riddles for now, and even with the keys of interpretation, sometimes there are too many answers. But it can't hurt to keep them somewhere in the back of our minds. The future will tell whether it was useful to remember what has been seen.
