The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope

Untitled Part 144

The woman washed the pictures painted on her body in the cave stream because of the rite. He was just starting to wash his face when Ibla felt the look on his waist and couldn't leave him without a word:

" Again, you think more than you can do."

- I didn't come to argue. Please prepare for the rite that will open the gateway to the Hun capital.

" I'm not going anywhere, Osko, and I have nothing to do with the rites." - she obligedly denied - I am not one of the unnamed taltos. I'm not even a member of the weeks, just a simple councilor.

- Enough Ibla. While I'm away, you drive the twenties.

- But Eszkam. Her voice trailed off in surprise. - Woman has never held such a position...

- Enough Ibla.

" What will the weeks say, and what will Turda say," she argued in doubt.

- They don't know Ogu. Not even I know you better than you. Neither will question my decision. I have already let everyone know, and the advice agrees.

- But when is Eskam? When did you have time for that?

" You'll learn when you become one of the twenty-one that you have to think ahead."

- No one here thought you were nominating a woman for that...

- But, everyone knew, Ibla. Everybody.

Principal entered. He turned softly and humbly to Ibla, who was still crouching over the creek bed.

- High Priestess. We have started preparations for opening the gateway. Can I help you wash? You must wear the fancy dress and crown of the high priests.

Surprised, Ibla allowed the other taltos women arriving to remove the paint from which she had had to cover her features, body, and identity so far. His consciousness had only just begun to embrace him: he could never be anonymous again. His name will be among the twenty-one in the book of high priests, and it will be known to all.

Ibla looked around in doubt, her mind filled with pain with responsibility as the faces of thousands of taltos appeared in front of her in thought, but Eszkam was no longer in the room.