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Looking for y*u
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2020-10-12 01:54:37Amazed and confused at the same time, I look into the familiar face. His tired eyes look at me determinedly as he searches for words.
"Looking for you," he replies tiredly.
He stands next to me and leans against the counter just like me. Then he also orders what I drink and turns around to face me. Since I already have a small premonition of what he will expect from me, I deliberately do not look him in the eye and instead look across the room. The little house built of wood is full of men. The old woman who serves the men looks tired and is massaging her hunched back while running back and forth. It's warm and stuffy here. But this is the only place where the men can escape. Time off from work, peace from family and other problems. Women are banned in this house, partly because it would be shameful for them to go into a house full of men and because the owner has expressly forbidden it.
The man of the house is a well respected man and has most of the scars in the city on his face. He didn't build a house from anything. He had no coins, no family, only one goal, and that was this pub. Every night he stole from this city, armed only with a sword. He climbed over the wall, felled wood, and climbed back again. That back and forth was a strenuous and dangerous business at the same time. He would have died either in the hands of the soldiers, if discovered, or by the beasts prowling the forest. Rumor has it that he often got caught up in the fables, but only got away with a lot of luck. At some point he owned enough wood that he was able to build this house and start the business. There are only three such restaurants in this city, which is why it earns quite a bit of coins.
"You found me, what do you want?" I ask him sullenly, deep in my thoughts.
"I know you want to escape from here, so I'll try to stop you," he replies with a warm and soft smile.
Jorek has been my best friend since I was a child. We are like bad luck and we are so similar and yet so different. While Jorek has a family now, I'm an armorer and don't even have a mistress. You might think I'm desperate, but it's actually a good thing I haven't fallen in love yet, otherwise I would have to worry and worry unnecessarily now.
"Not even you can stop me," I laugh cheerfully in response.
And that corresponds to the truth. I am absolutely convinced that I will leave here, even if that means my death.
"And if I'm honest, I would suggest that you and your family flee as well," I continue.
"What do you mean by Mehmet?" He asks me with a frown.
“Two princes behind us were just talking about the fact that our great king has decided to go to war and that we humans have to follow him. No average farmer Jorek survives that, so take everything you can carry and get out of here, ”I say darkly.
“But it's no safer outside than here. Where should we go? ”He asks, shocked by this news.
"I don't know, but if you stay here, you and your son have to go to war with you and your wife and daughter stay here," I say thoughtfully.
I really only want the best for Jorek and his family, but I see no other option but to escape. Either they would die outside or in war. Maybe Jorek and his brave boy would survive outside for some time, but Maya and her daughter wouldn't even be able to survive a day.
“But Elias is still a child! How should he know how to raise a sword? ”He asks indignantly and skeptically.
"The king will also take younger children with him, Jorek," I tell him to make it clear to him that he should still have a little bit of hope that Elias would survive the battle in the war.
"And where are you going?" He asks me after a minute of silence.
I take a deep breath and try to appear fearless.
“Let's see where freedom takes me,” I say longingly.
Yes, freedom. How long I've longed for it and now it's just a few steps away. Even if freedom means struggling to survive, it feels better than sitting in a cage like a bird. It won't be easy to escape from here, I have to be careful that the soldiers don't notice me. But that will probably be the minor problem ...
“You won't even survive a day out there!” Jorek snaps at me.
"I'd rather die a free man than fight in war and then also for the opposing side!" I say to him as well.
“You know I don't want that! And if you talk even louder, they'll hang us both immediately, ”he whispers angrily.
Finally I drink the last drops of crater and hang my bag over my shoulder. There are only the most essential things in the bag: coins, a loaf of bread, a blanket and my sword.
“My brother, I will never forget you. I pray that nothing happens to you and your family and I hope everything will be fine! ”I say goodbye to my best friend and hug him.
I memorize the face well, which I will certainly miss, and also look around the room one last time.
"Are you really sure that you want to go?" He asks me seriously and looks worriedly into my eyes.
"I've never been so sure," I tell him confidently.
"Then please take care of yourself!" He says as he lets go of me, and looks sternly into my eyes.
So I take another deep breath, turn around and leave the house with determination. Now the adventure finally begins.
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