All Chapters of Dark Goddess: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The wall that separated the actual harbor from the slums behind it loomed up ahead of them. Only the harbor gate and the wide street that led straight to the pyramid were guarded and only there was a passage at all, far from the poor huts and crumbling houses that now surrounded it. None of the buildings in the slums were built on the protective wall, that was forbidden and so it was quite easy to walk along the steep wall, which the persecuted man did now. In a particularly dilapidated area full of rubble, rats and half-starved mutt, the man headed for the entrance of a kind of cave, more likely a hole in the remains of a stone arch, just big enough for a man to disappear into. But why would anyone want that? That is exactly where the figure went, clinging to the branch of a crippled tree. The rag he was carrying slipped off his shoulder and Relaf could clearly see the slave brand. Then the stranger disappeared into the hole.Relaf waited a while. When the man did not come o

They turned into a nice side street, still wide compared to the narrow streets he was used to and relatively deserted. The fact that they turned so far away from the pyramid into the rich district was a sign that their destination was not a particularly respected, noble person, because they lived near the pyramid, around Zagran's palace. She probably belonged to the wealthy business class. Finally they stood in front of a nice, walled property. Through the bars of the gate, Anwin could see a small villa with an overly manicured park all around. Two guards stood at the gate and Rassek deigned to push the curtain aside so that the armed men could look at him. They then opened the entrance and let him through. The four litter-bearers brought him to the villa, then Rassek got up and smoothed the folds of his robe.“Today we are visiting a mutual acquaintance and old friend. I am sure you will remember him. SiVender is his name. "An icy lightning bolt flashed through Anwin's

Rassek was ordered to Zagran. But his adept is here. He can heal you. "“Oh gods! Why are you tormenting me like that! Bring the useless here! I want to see it! "Ubandor pressed his huge paw on Anwin's back, pushing him forward. The scalven trader looked at him with small, cloudy eyes. Then a spark of recognition became visible."Aaaah! The boy who wanted to protect the priestess' daughter! I remember you smaller you are grown! I can't trust you, I'll have to wait. ”He groaned. "Now? Is it a great satisfaction for you to see me suffer? "Of course it was, but Anwin had no intention of responding to that remark. “My master says that you inflict this ailment on yourself by ingesting the flowers of the black orchid and that the heavy smoke that hangs in the room cannot be good for you either. Why are you doing this? "SiVender's gaze became unsteady and veiled, the drug took effect. For a while the stout man said nothing and Anwin finally no longer expect

But you didn't get through one of the bastions! You knew another way? ""Yes! Created by previous spies, because the OrPhon family has been interested in this planet for generations! Weren't you surprised that I know my way around the edge of the world so well that I know a cave there where we could hide the body of the little priestess? In this cave there is an inconspicuous statue of a god, the length of an arm, representing U'Rieften. If you turn it in the direction in which the sun is running, a narrow gate opens and a narrow passage reveals that leads out of the world. The corridor ends abruptly at an abyss, ten men high. There is also a rope ladder that can be lowered. You can only get into the world with help or if you can climb very well. But who wants to go into this bowl voluntarily? Anyway, I had help, but the ascent was infinitely difficult and also very dangerous. Then I'll go to Ur'Agron, where everything was prepared for the role I am now playing. ”SiVender had

What is? Why are you standing there You don't need to be afraid for your master, he's fine! He will still be able to assassinate many priestesses, whip and enslave many people! And all thanks to me, who I wish him dead more than anyone else! I saved him, so don't worry about him! ""My master is a cruel person, I am not worried about him!" Ubandor emphasized the word 'him' very clearly."But you would give your life for him.""Aye, I would, but not out of loyalty, but out of fear!""Are you afraid for your life?"The dark-skinned giant laughed. “Is that a life?” And then he whispered, “You gods! How this man disgusts me! And I have to be around him all the time! "Anwin was amazed. "Isn't it dangerous to trust me with that?""But! Very!"“Then why are you doing it? What do you fear Who are you worried about? "The man's facial expression changed, he seemed to be shrinking, becoming vulnerable. "I've been watching you. You are not

My wife and my daughter,” Ubandor introduced the two of them. Anwin nodded to the lady of the house and then hurried over to the girl. He sat on the edge of the bed and held out his hand to her, but she avoided it."Don't worry, Kelina, that's a healer, he won't hurt you."Kelina, however, only looked at him more fearfully and skeptically; she had heard of healers and that nothing good could be expected from them. But because she trusted her father, she finally allowed the touch. Anwin put his hand on her forehead and immediately recognized the raging inside her. The life energy was already looking threadbare, the lungs were in bad shape and it was a progressive disease that would surely kill her in a week or two. Ubandor saw the seriousness of Anwin's expression. The adept got up and motioned the bodyguard to go outside with him."How is Kelina doing?"“The disease is very dangerous, it progresses and there is no hope that your daughter will recover on her o

“There are people who can defend themselves against us without being a healer themselves. According to everything you describe to me, the boy is one of them. I'll have to report this to the great pyramid if he's still alive. Is that the case? ”Rassek directed this question to Ubandor.“He yelled quite loudly when he was taken away. That actually speaks for it. ”After this remark Ubandor nodded briefly to the healer and withdrew.Anwin had actually wanted to help the boy and now had the vague feeling that he had made a mistake by mentioning it. "What is happening to him?"“He has to be castrated, the gods don't want people with this hereditary trait to reproduce. Some of them are so strong that not even I can get their life energy. Then I cannot transfer it to the Zirthee diet either. From the point of view of the gods and servants of the gods, people with this quality are not useful, and even dangerous in the long term. ""Couldn't he be a healer after all?"

After the showmen who were not needed in the first scene had resigned, the performance began, which Anwin followed eagerly. In order to be heard by the audience, the actors had to roar, which gave the whole thing an unrealistic appearance. The gestures were exaggerated, too, but Anwin quickly got used to them, as well as to the rigid facial expressions of the masks. Then he plunged into the action and he forgot that everything was just a fake.The content of the play was simple and certainly not new; a good-looking slave fell in love with the beautiful and limitlessly spoiled daughter of the house, or, better said, at first she wanted him and pursued him at every opportunity. She was decidedly imaginative at arranging chance meetings, and even if the serf had been very stupid, he would have finally realized what she wanted from him. But he wasn't stupid at all. He hesitated and wanted to be a good servant to his master. Anwin thought that was an exaggeration. Of course, the se

After what felt like an eternity, the earth vibrated, so strong was the thunderous applause and the rhythmic trampling. Anwin turned his attention back to the arena. The mimes stood in a circle around the bleeding bundle, the slave's actor had also joined them and they bowed in all directions, except of course towards the hall. The first people were already leaving the stands when the actors returned to the hall, happy with the successful performance, almost as if in a frenzy. Anwin could perceive individual fragments of words and sentences. "Did you see the anger when I stabbed the man?", The daughter's actress asked her "mother", jumping up and down a little. Laughing, she nodded to her, pulling the mask from her face and taking off the wig. Everyone did that now, including the mime who had played the slave most of the time - until the final scene had started. Now the cackling group of actors was being pushed away from the entrance as the two torturers carrying the battered corpse

Issa had developed a special affection for the young, brown pony and vice versa. She even gave him a name, Mi'oro. Mi'oro was not as gorgeous to look at as others; not as full of fire and dynamism as the horses that the noble lord valued; not as fast on the racetrack as the proud favorites of the stud. Mi'oro was small and good-natured, trusting and friendly. He had a blaze on his forehead, which Issa found very beautiful, but was apparently seen as a flaw by others. Mi'oro was a horse to love, because of its character, but also because of its weaknesses. He enjoyed little attention and recognition from his masters and he felt like her. And she too had a flaw, albeit a much worse one: her scarred, blind eye.She was always happy when she was allowed to groom his fur, brush his mane, clean his hooves. In the meantime she shared what she had experienced, but that was not so much. So she also described the problems and worries about Sera, Derkan and - yes, also - about Anwin. Som