You have befriended the astrologer Bleithhian, second son (28) and Sage, whom you know also to be a Wizard-?? willing to converse with you - at night after dinner, atop the Stargazing Tower - about the hidden powers of the world. He is fascinated by your innate magics, as much as by your eastern triabl upbringing, and questions whether you are descended from dragons. Also, he prefers "Blaise," after the fashion of those who dwell along the long and hilly coast that spreads eastward from the mouth of Ebro.
You are lounging on your elbows, on the roof of the Stargazing Tower, beneath the brilliant white river that flows across the spring night sky,Arpad <Mozarabic> wrote:Blaise, my friend, although we are fierce like the mighty dragons of the East, I do not believe I am descended from any such. My tribe has the blood of the mighty stallion running through it.
Blaise <Mozarabic> wrote:Arpad, have you heard the story of the horse that eats the world? I only know the name of the story, I have never heard it told. It sounds like something that might be told in your exotic native tongue."
Arpad <Mozarabic< wrote:Blaise, you know treasures from many parts of the world, it seems. Have some more drinks sent in and I will tell you a tale both ancient and modern.
(After listening to your tale ...) Blaise begins to talk about his eldest brother, Haroun.Blaise <Mozarabic> wrote:<laughs> It is well past the evening prayer, the servants sleep. Here, I will puff on the brazier, scoop a spoonful of grounds, and pour some water from the silver beaker: so... in just a few minutes, we shall have coffee! Now tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine.
His voice shifts and turns quiet at the end.Blaise <Mozarabic> wrote:... and not only a fool, but a rough fool, Arpàd, one who breaks whatever he mistakes to be in his way. A good man to send into battle, that is sure, but ... In your tribes, how do they choose a chief? This question interests me, you know why."
Arpad <Mozarabic> wrote:When the path is clear, it is easy. At other times, there is much bloodshed and weakening of the tribes. In the end, the chief is the one the people will follow. It is sometimes the son, and sometimes a new man who rises through dint of of being a great warrior, a powerful shaman or even a great communicator - if he has a strong vision. There is always a vote of the tribes, but there is often but one man on the ballot. The votes of the tribes are swayed by their own religious and war leaders - and by the elder women, who are very strong amongst us. I'm afraid our ways would not work here, where the populous is so large and diverse, but in the end, there can be no leader if the people do not choose to follow.
Blaise then sips his coffee quietly, gazing at the stars. After a short silence:Blaise <Mozarabic> wrote:The elder women ... <chuckles> ... that would leave me not much hope here, then.
Blaise <Magyar> wrote:Now get we should to langwich, please? Me how speak your people learn want to.