Marcello had gotten some promotion, he had been trained for a special division of the guards of the Kingdom. Today, Marcello was one of these anti-marauders guards, and he was rather proud of it. The rounds he made with his colleagues were a bit more quiet, the marauders had well understood that strolling in the matis capital had become more complicated.
A gathering of matis subjects caught his attention though. They had agglutinated around a sign that usually served to inform the city population. But the guards of the kingdom were always informed of the official announcements, and there was none today…
At their arrival the gawkers gave place to the guards. Marcello snatched the leaf that had been stuck up there with a small dagger. And started to read it…
From the very first lines he understood…
People of the forest
Homin of the Rotoa,
Chosen people of Jena,
Do you know that the nobles kowtow before the weight of the sawdust,
Do you know that the desert will soon come in your forest to defy you,
Your nobles are weathercock who one day say yes, then no, but finally yes.
Poor na Stevano-karan, who has only before himself cowards, dappers thirsting
Where are the ones who should protect you, defend your honour.
The matis spirit can only be found in words yet, actions aren’t there anymore.
COME, COME witness the defeat or your nobility
The fleeting garden will be, beyond any doubt, its cemetery.
But you, people of the forest, blessed by Jena, maybe you will open your eyes…
The Forester
Marcello passed the poster to one of his colleagues:
- well, it will make a noise, this story. The forester is back.
While reading Romualdo, another guard added:
- He mustn’t like the nobles much this Forester.
Marcello answered:
- the other evening at the bar, a waitress told there would have been some talks on the future tournament of the Amazon. And that there was in question of inviting the fyros.
- The Fyros!!!
- In any case if I’m not on duty, I’ll see that.. I don’t what to miss this tournament seeing how it is promising.
- Yeah me too, but I won’t take the kids, but my pick yes, you never know