Fiumé cleverly clung from the back of his horse to the canopy of the ornate chariot without the procession having to stop. Not long before, Réka sent for him, signaling that his Lord had left the princely chariot tent and was expected to hit the rest of the day with his bodyguard.
The two women now sat down on the soft skins and pillows placed on the floor for the comfort of the travelers, and slowly began the contents of the fruit bowl, choosing from it to their liking.
- Attila scared me well. I already thought Filen's purity was there.
" If the prince so desires, there's nothing we can do."
"It's as if your lord's suspicions have woken up." Rijeka slowly cracked the grape eyes in her mouth, choosing with pleasure the next one from the cluster.
- That was the goal. Or not? Réka just smiled.
- I'm starting to get a little scared of you, Réka. The high priestess smiled. "What would you be able to do with my knowledge and power?"
" I've never longed for something like this." It is much more convenient for me to bear these burdens, and for me the thoughts you struggle with do not tear my mind.
- What if we get to the capital? The priestess now lowered the thick bearskin from her shoulders and released her beautiful dress. - The beauty of fillet shines like a star in the sky. We can't hide it from our eyes. Hundreds of officials and aristocratic dignitaries abound there.
" Perhaps we should hear that Attila called him to his tent on the way home." Réka's sharp mind was looking for opportunities. - it may have a deterrent effect.
- Maybe that could be a good solution. So we could say we need to monitor up to three full moons to see if it has changed shape. - Fiume liked the suggestion, and only Réka could come up with that.
That was good for both of them. They talked for a long time about other issues and the health and development of their children. Then, before evening fell, the high priestess left the chariot tent. If they do so, they arrive at the Hun capital the next day.
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The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope
SpiritualWe can follow how a little boy becomes a superhero. All this through the Hungarian saying world. It's a very exciting story. Full of love threads. As the Taltos did in the past. Wizards, monsters, kings, intrigue and love in one story.
