Lili often revolted at the behaviour of other innkeepers, exploiting destitute families and providing brothels with girls who lived almost like white slaves. Garro or Monsieur Garro had the most important tavern in the region. He was a wealthy and respected merchant. But the wealth was sustained by the oppression of the people, cruel abuses, and a revolutionary slave-selling trade.
She couldn't believe it. The Anchor Safe tavern had a terrible reputation. Richard had unsuccessfully tried with the Corsair Armada and his court to outlaw the illegal white slave trade.
She knew Garro had special friends, like eastern merchants, who liked to acquire beauties to be locked up behind great harem walls in the East. Everyone knew. A shiver of foreboding ran through her as she stared at the astonished Moor.
- Is there a forecast for a new auction? God! I do not believe that! - she complained furiously. - I told Will. What did he expect?
The complaint came in a loud outburst. The girl couldn't be that poor. Kassuim has always lived on the deck of the Star of Tomorrow under Thalagar's constant surveillance.
The embarrassment of an embarrassed boy was unbearable with his adolescence. She was a girl. She wanted what? Why wasn't the girl safe as usual? How had she managed to escape the Scarlet Council's care and be left alone to venture through the streets of Chabone? An uncomfortable headache began to irritate her. There was also the disturbing detail that on the island a group of witch hunters were in despair among the population.
What did the girl intend? Neither Garro nor the hunters were pleasant options.
-I want you to keep your attention on this girl, Mouro. - Lili said worriedly.
Perhaps with luck, Gaia or Coral will reach the island in a few days. Compassion. It was long enough for a young woman with eyes like that to disappear in that place. This was not how wolves took care of hers. Something must have happened. Against her habit, the girl didn't look for her. Worst.
She got a job as a maid in Monsieur Garro's tavern. Naturally, she should not attract the attention of privateers and keep her distance. Another detail made Lili even more worried. Kassuim couldn't just be in Chabone.
The girl was in Scarlet. I could only have returned to the island if the magic had appeared. She had also heard that James and the White Order were looking for drug dealers who were hunting sorcerers. Lily started to cry. It was terrible when she belonged to a clan of sorcerers and had no magic. They called these people freaks.
She was one. I wasn't born with any gifts or abilities. Before Koriander's death, the White Order got into trouble with a faction that insisted on exterminating those who didn't handle magic. If she has some gift, maybe she can reach the girl. I didn't know what her reaction would be if she was running away from them when she learned she'd been found.
-I can bring it to Madame. - Moor said while crossing his arms against his chest. - Garro won't waste a beauty like that without getting money. He will provide customers who are interested in paying for the girl.
Lili rolled her eyes in a trance. I knew it. He also knew that the girl must be protected because of the blood she carried. The oldest prophecies spoke of a special child who could manifest magic skillfully enough to restore the destroyed amulet.
The Pieces of Four. The intolerance of the most ignorant people almost cost the life of the unborn child. That girl should have been handed over to the pack's alpha as certain ancient traditions. It was right blood. Lili just wanted to know why the Council seemed willing to violate traditions. Gaia was a large and perhaps faster vessel in the Corsican Armada alongside Black Coral.
The flute was a large vessel of thirty-three meters, weighing approximately two hundred tons. Like most ships of the time at the bow, a large carved wooden figure of a woman stood out. She was Hecate. Also known as Persia, daughter of the titans. It was a well-crafted image that caught the eye of travellers.
The body of a beautiful three-headed woman, wearing a tiara with a crescent moon on her forehead, a torch in her hands and snakes coiled around her neck. Hecate's power extends from the infernal land and the sea. The oldest legends said that she was a goddess who prowled the land in the nights of the new night and in the sea they had their loves. Anyway, sailors used to ask for good crossings on voyages, knowing they were benevolent to humans, always thanking those who asked.
Older stories still reported that she created a haven among mortals for herself. A powerful land, dominated by magic and creatures incredible and extraordinary that humans have never known. It was one of the ancient legends surrounding the old colony of Garonne. In the beginning, power was unique. The people lived in peace. But human ambition can never be ignored. Even among creatures endowed with magic, man's ambition and thirst for power found an echo to cause and bring destruction to the balance of nature.
The unique power was broken and two distinct and rival species suffered a bloody war for centuries. Hecate had raised wolves and sorcerers. They said that before the great rebellion, the people were a single clan. Recognized by the brand of the New moon. The powers of the lady of enchantment were inherited by her descendants.
They also said that Hecate's daughter had the power to turn men into animals. Circe had become a goddess of the New Moon, or Black Moon, and was generally related to death, witchcraft, curses, revenge, and black magic. So the wolves had come. As a goddess of enchantments, it was believed that although Hecate wandered during the night on Earth, always accompanied by his spirits and ghosts, passing in the sunset to collect the dead of that day.
It was said that just as Moiras wove, spun and cut the threads of a mortal's life, only Hecate would have the power to interfere with the threads of fate. The powerful goddess had control over the secret forces of nature, being a goddess of sorcerers. A lady of the visible and the invisible. Look at the past, the present and the future and wait until the right moment when the decision of the direction to be taken is decided. She doesn't choose the path, we choose it.
Her grace is wisdom and deep insight into illusions. She taught men to be fair and tolerant of the less fortunate. Her name means distant. But she is always there in times of need, she always helps to find a new path through new beginnings, despite the confusion of ideas and uncertainties when faced with inevitable life changes.
Richard always enjoyed the beautiful thoughtful image when he stopped on the ship's deck. A ship sailed with square sails on her three tall, open masts.
It was a fast vessel, and major modifications had been made to the installation of a rotating cannon with firepower that could be manoeuvred easily both up and down, in addition to the traditional eighty cannons.