Love Overcame: Zibia Gasparetto & Lucius

INTRODUCTION

Based on the Reincarnationist laws that I wrote this book. Only in them, translating rigorous truths that men try to deny at every step, can they explain the mysteries in which humanity has been struggling for millennia, trying to understand the past through the study of other peoples and other civilizations.

This work is not pretentious. In an attempt to contribute in some way to the present need for disclosure of the basic laws governing earthly life, I went back into the distant past, searching in the archive of my millennia–old consciousness for the story I have tried to tell, pure and simple, and I wish to make it clear that it is a true story, drawn from the constant struggles I have witnessed in ancient times. How could we explain the secret of the most ancient civilizations without the help of the laws to which I referred? How could we explain the advancement of the Egyptian people, whose civilization existed thousands of years before the Christian era?

Their scientific knowledge, recorded in hieroglyphics, partly in the ruins of the temples still standing, partly in the pyramids, astonishes the world today, which is still amazed by these writings. But how could they have obtained it if they did not possess telescopes, radar, radio, telegraph and other instruments of experimentation available to modern science today?

The people themselves knew nothing, but the priests who ruled with the king, whom they called Pharaoh, were the masters of this knowledge. These priests often met together, receiving scientific knowledge through mediumistic practice. Even among them, there was selection, for only the great chiefs were allowed to attend these meetings. There was a Pharaoh named Ramses II, who was against the idolatry of the people, who made images of animals and worshipped them, paying homage to them. He tried to institute less barbaric customs, but in accordance with his spiritual knowledge.

Aware of the most sacred laws of monotheism which were revealed to him by the priests of Isis and Amon, he wanted to abolish the cult of animal worship, but, wary of the popular reaction, because the people were not in a position to understand a more abstract cult, he accepted that they should worship the Sun which, throwing its magnificent light, could symbolize divine power. Even today, with the passing of time, pilgrimaging through the Egyptian valleys of Thebes, of Tiocletes, we can see worshippers of the sun, genuflecting, with their foreheads on the ground parched by the biting sun. Survivors of their ancestors, they do not want to abolish their beliefs in order to evolve. However, not like in the West, not in the same way, they also knew Jesus and admire him.

Exempt from Roman corruption, they know a Christ more like the one who really was. Moreover, their knowledge of reincarnation gives them a greater insight into reality.

In Thebes, mainly, where the ancient civilization reigned, the passing of time has transformed many things, but on the shores of the Red Sea, still nestled in its rocks constantly washed by the waves, there are caves and hieroglyphs of the priests when they withdrew to meditation.

Recently, a Belgian scientist discovered one of these corners and tried to decipher its mysteries, barely managing to know a part of it: it was a cult to God, offering his services in this existence and in the next, as an expression of his faith and security in reincarnation.

Thebes, magnificent city of warriors and light, where the purple of the Pharaohs chiseled in temples and castles, magnificent architectural constructions of stone, brick, plaster, marble and gold.

If we were to report back to those days, in the year 1200 BC, we would see its streets crowded with people, moving about in their daily labors. Raising the dust of the roads, many came and went, ceaselessly. Their elegant costumes constituted an elegant sarabande for our eyes. On that day, however, a Saturday full of sunshine, which despite the sunset was still burning, the movement was greater and unusual. All in their festive costumes were merrily commenting on the return of Pecos, a respected warrior, who was going to Sidon to seek slaves, as was the custom from time to time, in order to enrich the empire under the sovereign's command. Pecos generally took with him a number of soldiers and spearmen, for although the Pharaoh's power dominated the whole of the lower part of the Mediterranean, it was not without effort that he achieved his aim. He generally proceeded on a hunt and as a hunter, he acted furtively by surprising his prey. So well did he perform his duties in this sector that he gained the trust of the Pharaoh to the point of commanding his army of personal guards. The Pharaoh, who held on to power by violence, was hated by the people of the subjugated lands and fearful of attack, possessed a small army without which he never left the palace and would not allow them to leave it unprotected. Pecos was the chief, the commander of this small army of spearmen, and when he was absent, he was replaced by his immediate superior, a man of his complete confidence.

The city was jubilant, celebrating the return of Pecos. Generally, on the arrival of the caravan, the Pharaoh gave a great feast in his honour, and the people came to the outer court, to receive wheat and wine at will, playing lutes and citaras merrily, improvising dances when the effect of the wine was felt, and waiting for the leftovers from the palace banquet.

Many were carried away by the pleasures of the feast and the orgy continued until all, exhausted, fell to the ground. In the palace, however, the feast consisted of a luxurious banquet of exquisite delicacies and afterwards, when everyone had had their fill, enveloped in the vapours of wine after the dancing of the best dancers in the palace, the most important or most interesting slaves were paraded to be offered to someone.

It is in this atmosphere that our story begins.

CHAPTER I

TWO SOULS, ONE DESTINY

That afternoon, the people were making their way to the outer courtyard of the palace, aware of the morning arrival of the Pecos caravan. Creatures of all kinds were coming: peasants dressed in their red cloth or black and yellow striped tunics, women carrying their small children on their backs, cheerful young men, shaking their glittering earrings, gliding like felines through the dusty streets, their tunics pulled tight to their bodies, baring their swarthy shoulders and part of their lush necks, wearing fine goatskin sandals and carrying their gem–covered veils that twinkled and glittered in the sunlight. In the palace, activity was at its height. Slaves were crossing the vast halls decked in brocade and purple, in a constant scurry, arranging objects and flowers amid whispers and hushed giggles.

From there the feast would soon begin. Decius, a slave who enjoyed unique royalties before Pecos, and consequently before the Pharaoh and his priests, led the other slaves, not always in benevolence and understanding. On that day he wore a wine–colored robe with a stone insignia on his chest, tied round his neck by a blue cord. It was a regal gift from Pharaoh for service rendered, which he proudly boasted of on festive occasions. Decius hurriedly made his way to the banquet hall, examining once more whether all was as he had determined. He smiled absorbedly: in the hall were magnificent flowers, fruits, nuts, dates, grapes, breads, meat, and many other appetizing delicacies of those days; all arranged on wonderful cushions of purple and gold around the walls covered with fine fabrics of Persia and Macedonia. In the center, on the floor where the dancers were to perform their dances, there were fires in every corner, from which constant tongues of flame sprang, which the slaves often revived, adding to them fine extracts of aromatic herbs that pleasantly balmed the room. The torches were already prepared for use when the sun set in the pinkish Theban twilight. The bustle outside began to show that the people were eagerly awaiting the start of the feast. The litters and knights were already beginning to arrive at the palace and the reception halls were overflowing with people. Suddenly, two pages, dressed in the robes of the sovereign's antechamber, emerged through the curtains surrounding the Pharaoh's cushion. They carried two bugles and, standing erect, drew back the curtains, and then, as was the custom, sounded the signal to announce the sovereign. Immediately silence was established. A thin, bald, swarthy man, wearing a tunic of white linen, covered with glittering stones, carrying on his breast the Great Stone, entered the hall majestically. It was the Pharaoh. All bowed in reverence.

– My friends, he said, I greet you as host, hoping that you will all do justice to my hospitality. I wish to greet in particular the emissary who once again bravely fulfilled his mission in distant lands. On the other side of the hall, entering elegantly, their attire glittering, emerged a man, followed by six others, with their spears and shields in double file. Pecos, who walked in front, stepped forward and prostrated himself at the Pharaoh's feet and worshipped him, saluting him graciously.

Get up Pecos. I am satisfied with the accomplishment of your mission, and I want to present you with the Great Opaline Stone, to reward you for your vigilance and your skill. He then approached him, already standing, and placed around his neck the great and marvelous shining stone, held in place by a silky cord. Pecos thanked him reverently and was about to retire when Pharaoh continued:

– Today you are the honored one, therefore you shall partake of my supper, at my side. But first I want to appear on the balcony with you and Potiar, for the people want to applaud you.

Pecos, haughty, in the exuberant beauty of his 30 years, graceful and strong, went to the platform overlooking the outer courtyard. The people cheered him frantically, satisfied that the ceremony had begun, anxious to start the fun. The Pharaoh, who was waiting a little further back, stepped forward in turn and said:

– My people! Here is our hero, who once again returns from a mission profitable to our country! He brought us many conquests, and therefore I order that the distribution of wine, wheat and fruits to all present be begun, and that the music for your amusement be begun as well!

A standing ovation acclaimed the sovereign's words, which met everyone's desire. Taking Pecos by the arm, the Pharaoh entered the reception hall again, followed by his immediate Potiar, who, silent and circumspect, observed everything calmly and solemnly, passing at once to the banquet hall, where the others followed them and the slaves began to serve them. While all were amusing themselves, enjoying the pleasures that satisfy vanities, there was one place where suffering prevailed: the cells where the slaves were imprisoned.

They were the fruit of the cowardly and abominable hunt. Knowing of the attack they had been victims of, they waited in hope for an opportunity to flee. However, they were well guarded by the soldiers. Not even for food or other necessities did they leave the cramped and uncomfortable cell. They listened to the merry hustle and bustle of the surroundings, which made them most bitter. At a certain point, however, one of the spearmen approached and followed by others, all armed, spoke to the prisoners.

– Listen, all of you. The time has come to leave this uncomfortable cell. You will now be selected by Potiar, the faithful, who will designate the duties of each of you. But, remember, if anyone attempts to flee or rebel, they will be severely punished, paying with their lives.

Having said this, with a gesture he authorized his companions to open the cells, waiting impassively for them to come out. One by one they emerged from the infected and uncomfortable cells. Walking with difficulty, their limbs numb from almost a month's journey, they numbered forty–five between them. The women were removed first and taken to the wing of the sovereign's wives. They were exempted from the filthy cells; they had travelled on horseback, though bound and constantly threatened.

They were all led to an outbuilding of the palace, where Potiar was anxiously awaiting them. He placed them around the wall and called them in one by one to talk and determine their functions. All were young, strong and healthy, well chosen by Pecos. Thus, from among those forty–five, Potiar chose six of the best specimens and ordered the slaves to prepare them as usual, then led them to the Pharaoh's antechamber, where he would await them. He then proceeded to the room where the women were kept, and his eyes sparkled with the pleasure he anticipated from beholding the new slaves. Arriving there, he waited for them to be brought in. There were barely fifteen women, but they were worth in beauty and youth the other forty–five slaves he had acquired. He began to interrogate them. They answered without hiding their resentment and remorse.

– And what is your name?

He was referring to a young woman of extraordinary beauty, who looked at him proudly. He got no answer. Potiar was angered more by her gaze than by her lack of response.

– What is your name? – he asked again.

She merely wrinkled her lips in sovereign contempt, without replying. Then he spun out of control, yanked her by the arm, shaking her violently.

– Will you not speak to me, refusing to answer to the lord who rules all and whose only superior is Pharaoh? Do you not know that I can destroy you, in short punish you severely?

The voice of Potiar, hissing, hoarse, trembled spitefully.

She raised her magnificent eyes and faced him serenely, but proudly. He shuddered at the beauty and fascination that emanated from her. Her parted lips revealed two rows of perfect white teeth. She was dressed in a magnificent robe, revealing white shoulders and a neck covered with rhinestones.

– Answer me! – Potiar commanded, feeling his authority wavering in spite of himself.

– My name is Nalim. Her voice was sweet and melodious, soft as a whisper.

He released her, saying briskly:

– Why didn't you dress like the others, as I ordered?

No one answered. After a few moments, Potiar sent for Aleat, an old slave girl, and asked again.

– It is necessary to tell you, great Potiar, that she is a real beast and we could not hold her hands. She threatened us with a small dagger from I know not where, and said that she would remain dressed as she came, even though her tunic, however proud, is dusty and torn. When we asked why, she swore to us that she would never wear the clothes of a slave, once she was sovereign in her own land.

– Very well, Nalim, it pleases me to know of your noble lineage, however, you must forget that from now on so as not to detract from the office you must hold.

Nalim's black eyes darkened even more with the storm that raged in them, but he said no more. What good would it do?

– Now –, Potiar continued, all of you must dress royally, for you will have the honor of parading for the Pharaoh, who will decide on your destinies. You, Aleat, hurry up and I will wait for you in the antechamber of our sovereign, with the slave girls.

He withdrew quickly, heading for the hall where the banquet was continuing. Nalim, morose, mute, sat in a corner, sad and despondent. She was not content with the outrage she had suffered. Daughter of Hebrew nobles, princess in her native land, now barbarously enslaved in an unknown country, where her own people would never find her. The humiliation of those hours of captivity weighed on her supple shoulders like lead. Insensibly she recalled her childhood, her adolescence up to the end of her seventeenth year when she unwisely descended into the gardens to observe closely a superb young man, masterfully handling a marvelous avalanche, which filled the air with sonorous inflections of a beautiful melody, sung by a marvelous voice. It was the romantic aspect that impressed her sensitive soul, it was the music, the gentleman, the magic of the night, that made her, like a bird attracted by the snake, wander through the deserted avenues in search of the troubadour. Then she felt imprisoned, gagged, and filled with terror, she lost her senses for the first time in her life. Then everything continued like a terrible nightmare, the painful journey, the humiliations to which she was subjected to her womanly modesty.

She felt a delicate little hand on her arm. She raised her eyes.

– Is that you, Solimar?

– Yes, Nalim, you are sad, and yet for your own sake you must dress to greet our new sovereign. I too stifle in my breast the tears of apprehension and nostalgia. You know I left a sickly old mother whose comfort I was. Surely, at this hour, disgust and misery have already killed her. However, I find the strength to try to fulfil my new task with resignation. My father, who devoted himself to the study of science in the temples, always told me that Elohim is pleased to test us in every possible way so that we gain experience to live in a wonderful kingdom that will be eternal. Solimar's pure eyes shone, touched by a sincere and trusting emotion.

– You, beautiful Nalim, had enough experience to be a mistress; perhaps you lacked that of a slave to enter the mansion of light. I too should lack this experience. Let us face the destiny that is shown to us and we will win, I am sure. I will always be with you whenever possible and I will try to help you to endure the new life.

– You are easily resigned, but I am not. Though I obey for now, I will not rest until I avenge the affront I have received.

– Come on, girls –, cried Aleat's hoarse voice, go and get dressed, for in a few moments you must be in the Pharaoh's antechamber. I advise you to make yourselves beautiful because the Pharaoh is very sensitive to beauty and it may be to your advantage. While they were getting ready, the banquet continued. Pecos was the great figure of the moment. Life was undoubtedly smiling on him. He was beautiful, in the vigor of youth, in glory, with an outstanding position. His feelings were full of inner satisfaction for the triumphs he achieved. The eldest son of a well–to–do family of noble lineage, he would enter the sovereign's service as a page, going to meet his dearest desires, because he could satisfy his thirst for adventure, some of it gallant. He felt himself vibrating with enthusiasm when facing an adversary on the battlefield. He was an exalted knight because he had been trained for it from an early age, and he could not even remember the first time he had ridden an animal. It seemed to him that he had always had such experience. He was a good spearman, possessed a keen eye and a steady pulse for combat. He was bold, but nevertheless always fair to his adversary. He also possessed a noble heart full of good impulses, but the environment in which he lived and the temptations to which he was subjected were too strong for his fiery and intemperate temperament. Women adored him and disputed his preference. But he, though a lover of adventures, did not take them seriously to the point of compromise. He was selfish and thus sought to get everything out of life without giving anything in return. Being brought up in such an environment, he judged the manhunt he undertook as part of his function to serve his country, finding a certain flavour of adventure in it, but he never paused even out of the corner of his eye to analyze the cowardice of such a procedure. He was a product of his environment and found it natural that there should be slaves and masters, oppressors and oppressed. For him, life was a great battle, where there were winners and losers. He was a victor, and the defeated should be content to be subdued. The guests were merry, and the jocular sayings, the product of the wine, were already being heard.

Suddenly, fanfares started a rhythmic and sensual music and the dancers appeared, slender, fascinating the guests, who applauded enthusiastically. The scene was unusual and dazzling in that atmosphere saturated with simitra, wine, the most exotic perfumes thrown on the pyres where the flames touched the air, scattering fantastic shadows on the ground. The crackling torches and finally those women with skin bronzed by the strong desert sun, brought mostly from other lands, caused general admiration. They were as beautiful as sphinxes, of a mimic beauty, with eyes painted with darkim. How long that music or that dance lasted, no one could say!

But when the last dancer disappeared through the curtains, the audience woke up and a voice cried out, "O mighty Fara!

– Oh...! mighty Pharaoh, where are the conquests of your soldiers?

The Pharaoh called Potiar, who was waiting for the signal, went to the middle of the hall. He bowed slightly and said;

– Noble Pharaoh and his guests. We now bring to your august presence the fruits of the last colonnade.

Immediately, from both sides of the hall, the new slaves began to enter, the men on one side, the women on the other.

They came silently, as if anxious to conceal and repress the internal revolt. The admiration was general. Truly, they were magnificent; never before had so much strength, youth and beauty been assembled!

– Now, said Potiar, our Pharaoh wishes to grace his great warrior, Pecos, with the choice of a slave for his dominions. Will you approach, noble Pecos, and proceed to the choice.

Pecos, pleasantly surprised, smiled. He put down the glass of wine he held in his hands and moved to the side of the women, now slaves. The choice was difficult. They were all truly beautiful. Calmly he began to examine them. Vexed with the brutal exposure of their physical beauty, most of them shrank shyly. He lifted their faces and looked into the eyes of each one. To him they were all the same, all beautiful, all attractive. However, when he approached little Solimar, he felt a certain uneasiness. The little girl looked at him serenely, seeming to awaken something strange in him. Her eyes contained more pity than rebellion, her beautiful face of pure lines embodied the delicacy of her feelings. Pecos, for the first time that day, felt overwhelmed, without knowing why. It seemed strange to him that someone should feel compassion for him, who was the happiest of men, and that this someone should be a poor woman whom he enslaved and robbed of the conviviality of his own. At that moment he wished he were not there. He felt a sudden desire not to choose anyone, to withdraw and forget that little reflection of his conscience. But that would be impossible! It would be an affront to the benevolence of the sovereign.

Suddenly, he said almost instinctively:

– What is your name?

– Solimar.

His voice was melodious, barely whispering, but he was extremely moved.

– If your majesty grants me this slave, I will definitely be satisfied.

To which Pharaoh replied:

So be it, she's yours.

– Now, illustrious gentlemen, we will proceed to draw a slave to choose among all those present.

The enthusiasm was general and manifest. When the noise ceased, transformed into expectation, Potiar ordered the slaves to collect from those present the small tablets on which their names were drawn and which marked the places of the guests. They will place them in huge trays and then in a leather bag, mixing their contents well.

The poor women, offended in their dignity, in everything that was best in their feelings, made a tremendous effort not to cry. Nalim trembled with rage and suffering. She was still upset with the separation from Solimar. There was so much serenity in that creature that Nalim felt that he could not resist without her. His loving presence gave her peace to face the situation without breaking down. Many couldn't hold back their tears, not her! His heart closed for revolt and he could only thirst for revenge!

Solimar understood what was happening with her. His heart ached for his companions and, if he could, he would give his life to free them, return them to the coexistence of his own!

The six slaves seemed motionless beasts and certainly if the soldiers were not very close they would not have held back.

Pharaoh, to whom the bag was given, reached into it in order to remove the tablet of the happy winner. The expectation was great!

Silence fell. Pharaoh, reading what was written on it, smiled mischievously, passing it to Potiar.

– Illustrious, decidedly Horus favors the man of the day with fortune! The award goes to our hero, Pecos.

An oh ! of disappointment was felt in the environment. Pecos, surprised, was speechless not knowing what to say.

– You can choose, noble Pecos, the slave is yours.

Again he stepped forward uncertainly. He looked at Solimar without knowing why. Her eyes were fixed on Nalim with hope. Pecos approached Nalim, looked at her. She was wonderful! Her gleaming black eyes, her white face, her also black hair, her red lips, everything was really tempting. Her erect bearing, her haughty brow, were not much in keeping with the submissiveness of a slave. He felt her pride and the awareness of her fascination. Nevertheless, sensing the effort it would take to subdue her, or perhaps a little for that very reason, or even because of Solimar’s mute plea, she chose Nalim for her services.

The two girls looked relieved and a momentary joy flashed in their eyes. The party continued with some more disputes over the auction of the beautiful women and the brave slaves. It was a shameful affront to the right that life grants to each one, to live their existence, enjoying the world that God granted them with a single purpose: evolution. The earthly experience consists of the harmonization of the being with the similar, in order to be able to live in better planes, without pain or suffering. However, they, breaking the harmony of the laws of the fraternity, would have to endure a lot in the future, reaping the results of their actions.

Pharaoh, bored by such a commemoration, withdrew at last, leaving Potiar to command the party. Tired with the exhausting day you had, hardly drink and eat frugally as usual; nevertheless, he desired rest, he would endure everything to the end.

Pecos, also excited by the indefinable emotions he felt that day, tired even from the trip, finally said goodbye, ordering his pages to lead the slaves for his retinue, in order to follow them to their domains, a little distant from the domains of his lord. During the journey, he tried to remember the sensations experienced, but; However, if I succeeded, I could not understand the meaning of them. Suddenly, he wanted to remember Solimar’s face, but he had a strange exasperating feeling when he couldn't. Irritated with himself, with everything and everyone, without specifying the reasons, he whipped the horse to get there faster. Thus, within a few minutes, followed by the slaves and their entourage, he entered his spacious domain.

It was a magnificent stone house, solidly built with its low roof supported by two square columns at the entrance, taller inside. It was surrounded by magnificent gardens and had numerous patios. Its spacious rooms, furnished with great taste and luxury, demonstrated the finesse of the owner. Pecos, exhausted, wanting to be alone to rest, dismissed his entourage, ordering the slaves to lead their new acquisitions to the women's quarters, there awaiting the tasks he would assign them. This done, he retired to his chambers, preparing to sleep. Despite being exhausted, he did not fall asleep immediately, seized by an irritating sensation. A vague premonition that some new event would involve his life bothered him for a long time. Besides, he thought, being a loyal fulfiller of his duties, he would fatally be favored by Hórus and nothing bad would happen to him. It was already very late when he finally fell asleep in a heavy, anguishing, almost suffocating sleep.

CHAPTER II

THE PROTECTION OF

THE OLD MAID

After a week, Pecos, wrapped up in a series of social and military commitments, did not remember the two slaves that he singularly won or determined their functions.

Meanwhile, they waited serving only in delicate services, in accordance with their domestic knowledge. However, nothing differentiated them in their way of proceeding, the way in which they felt the situation was very different. Solimar, magnanimous, resigned, suffered in silence, trying to give what was best to everyone around her. Nalim, withdrawn, proud, made an effort to get used to those who were now her equals, without showing what she kept in her soul. It was like the calm before the storm. At any moment it could burst in, launching her into unpredictable consequences. Solimar felt the thought of Nalim, sincerely worried about the lack of understanding and humility, fearing for his future.

The older slaves, especially the younger ones, will not like the new companions. They felt jealous, for being forced to recognize their beauty. Pecos was not like most of his well–to–do contemporaries, who had abusive love affairs with female slaves; He was extremely repugnant to such a procedure, not because of a moral principle, but because of class; considered himself superior to them. Many, however, were overcome by their personal fascination and did not lose hope of awakening their love interest, even momentarily.

The two young women will not find a sincere environment, but people full of hatred, envy and violent repression. Their different manners, aristocratic, especially Nalim’s, had awakened in the others the awareness of their inferiority and this rarely, women forgive. They were less pretty and the welcome would have been more friendly. Even so, that environment ended up uniting more those souls that were already estimated. A great and sincere friendship was born between them.

Jertsaida, Pecos' trusted man and administrator of his domains, supervised the services of Cortiah, in charge of women's tasks in the house. From the beginning, she felt sorry for the two young women. She understood, because she had gone through the same experience and she made an effort to soften the moments for them. However, at first, two young men did not understand his good intentions. Withdrawn by the frankly hostile reception of the others. Meanwhile, little by little, they perceived that they counted on his sympathy and benevolence. One day Cortiah told them:

– I have observed your services. You have delicate hands. This house lacks the guidance of a lady, as well as competent slaves for those delicate services. I will speak to our brave lord, so that he entrusts you with a task according to our knowledge. Thus, you can also help me in the most difficult decisions.

They both sincerely thank you. They had no knowledge of the crude services and it would be very painful for them to adapt to them.

Days later, the occasion arose when Jertsaida told her that the nobleman Pecos was calling her. Cortiah quickly went to see him, who received her with the condescension that the awareness of his superiority allowed him.

– What do you want me for, my lord? – Asked the slave leaning down.

– I need you for a very special case. My relatives are coming in a month. I want to remodel as much as possible the domestic decoration, mainly those that belonged to my mother, for my cousin Otias, who will come, together with my uncle, to live with us. I turn to you because as a woman, even in the memory of your former position in your homeland, you must know the feminine whims. I will send upholsterers and everything that is necessary for the remodeling. I expect from you an orientation on what would be more propitious for my cousin's 18th birthday. As for the apartments of my uncle Osiat of my brother Jasar, also back, I will choose the decorations.

– I will do everything in my power to please you, my lord, but I would like to talk to you about a matter that has been worrying me for days.

– Speaks.

– Noble Pecos, a few days ago you brought two new slaves and you still have not appointed them the services to perform. Because they are two women who know high social positions, they are on a par with the details you want, better than myself, who long ago passed the same age as beautiful dreams; allow them to help me in the task and I am sure that they will please you.

– Let it be done as you ask. You have my authorization. Finished this work, I will appoint for them, and others as necessary at the time. Now go and as soon as you have an idea of the modifications, come and tell me about them, hurry up, because we only have a month's deadline.

Cortiah ran like a happy girl to tell the good news to the two young women.

They immediately decided to put their hands to work. Solimar, as was natural, accepted any job that was required of him, trying to perform it correctly. Nalim took pains in the hope of pleasing his master. Since she lost her freedom, she had done nothing but plot revenge plans, but since she was in an inferior situation, without the means to carry them out openly, she had the dissimulation and cunning to carry them out.

Cortiah, I take them immediately to the chambers where they should work.

– First of all, we want you to describe the personality of the young woman who will occupy these rooms, so that we can idealize a nest suitable for her personal tastes – Nalim requested. Do you know her, Cortiah?

Yes, I saw her many times when I was little.

Exactly eight years ago he left Thebes moving his residence to Nicia. Her father, younger brother of the father of the noble Pecos, after he lost his wife, indignant, withdrew there, settling down and having his daughter educated by great professors during all that time. The young Otias must be around 18 years of age. She was 1 year old when she left, her temper was fiery and fiery, like her mother's. She liked strong sensations and was born to command and be obeyed. Already at the age of 8, she harshly punished the slaves who dared to disobey her in little things; nevertheless, she was kind to those who served her well.

"There is little we know of her, Solimar, but even so, we will come up with something that pleases her.

The two young women, entertained in that work, where their artistic tastes were manifested, forgot for a moment about their situation in that house, putting all their care in the selection of the decoration, reminding themselves of the past that seemed to be far away, not two months. but two centuries.

The idealized reforms elicited exclamations of enthusiasm from Cortiah, who quickly complied with his suggestions. They were in their element, mainly Nalim, in the midst of those very fine fabrics, taken from old chests for her to choose from. His eyes shone with satisfaction and he smiled with pleasure as he hadn't done in a long time.

Thus, a few more days passed. Preparations throughout the house were carried out with enthusiasm. Slaves came and went, carrying objects, helping in the service. Nalim, almost forgetting his current position, commonly rebuked the slaves and frequently commanded them when he needed help. With this he not only gained little discomfort but also an increasing hatred. These out of spite, feeling envy of his safety,