Episode 3 The Day of the Semites - Part 3

 The knight who stood in the doorway of Guin's room was staring at them as if he wanted to say something, but his companions kept running past him,

"Bastard."

 He said a few words angrily and closed the door.

"You've hit the nail on the head. It seems that rumors of something strange have already spread through the castle."

 Guin said with amusement.

"I wonder if Istvan has survived. He was a hard man to kill, but I don't know how long he'll live if he gives himself up to the flow of the Kes."

"--Guin."

 Remus's voice, which had been crouched by the wall, suddenly took on a suspicious tone, and Guin looked up.

"Guin, are you sure that Guin has lost everything and doesn't even know who he is? Because sometimes Guin is like a--"

"I don't know, I don't know, but suddenly it's in my head before I even know I know anything about it."

 Guin admitted.

"I don't know what I know and I don't know what I don't know. But I do know that I can't remember who I was."

"While Guin was being taken, I was thinking..."

 Remus said sadly.

"It's only been a short time since I met Guin, but already I feel like Linda and I have known Guin for so long. Guin told me not to trust people, but I never doubted Guin from the beginning. Hey, maybe Guin is one of the heroes we knew?"

"Serve the royal family of Paro?"

 Guin thought for a moment. But then he shook his head.

"I don't think so. I have knowledge of the Kes River and the barbarian territories beyond it, but my knowledge of Gora, Paro and the Middle Kingdom is horribly lacking. It's as if something planted in my head only the knowledge I needed to survive on the frontier and brought the rest into the world with a blank slate."

"Don't you feel like the word 'palo' is so familiar? What about Crystal Palace? What about Torus, the capital of Mongol? And Eulania? What about Qum?"

"No."

 Guin pondered for a while, then growled.

"My head hurts. All I can hear in my head is the word 'Aura'."

"What the hell are you--"

 Remus was about to say something when he suddenly broke off and looked horrified,

"Guin! Look, the sky outside is red! Is it morning?"

"No. They're probably lighting the surface of the Kes River with torches all over the walls. They're looking for the Red Mercenary."

"Oh yeah, ...."

 Remus thought again. The light reflected off the surface of the water turned the inside of the tower room red again.

"So I wonder if Guin came from the northern countries, or even from the mysterious southern countries?"

"I don't know."

"I don't think there's a country on the frontier that would train a warrior like Guin."

"It doesn't make any difference if you don't know who I am now. All that matters is that we get out of here."

 Guin said bluntly.

"Get some sleep, kid. Get some sleep. Though it may not be possible in this goddamn light."

"Can't you hear some-- some voices? It's like a bunch of men talking over each other?"

"I suppose the Black Knights have taken horse from the stables and tied her up in the vestibule to go and find Istvan."

"Well, that's good."

 Remus looked somewhat uneasy. Guin laughed. His sister Linda, the Seer, is the little queen of Paro, and his brother Paro's heir is a scared little bug.

 But he was wrong. He was wrong about Remus's fears, just as he had no way of knowing about Remus's hidden, yet mostly unawakened, true nature. Remus may never have been as prescient as Linda, but he was the twin brother of the seer Linda, and he shared her soul. The Leopard had to consider his inexplicable fright, fear and anxiety in connection with his own experience of the apparition.

 Guin turned with a wry smile, turned his back to the lighted room, faced the wall, wrapped himself in his fur, and fell asleep to regain his tormented strength. His round Leopard's head flickered in the shadows of the glowing torchlight, creating a mythical shadow picture on the wall. On his knees, weary and weak, but unwilling to slumber, Remus fixed his eyes on it.

"Guin--Guin."

 I whispered softly, but there was no answer.

 Remus asked himself why he felt so refreshed. He could think of only one answer: if he was not a timid and timid man like the woman, perhaps it was because the other half of his soul was still unable to sleep peacefully in the chamber on the tower or elsewhere. in a chamber on a tower or elsewhere.

 She had never been separated from Linda to the extent that she needed it, so she had never tried it, but being born as a twin of the royal family of Paro, who had received the holy blood of Janus as a priestess, it was not surprising that she had that much white magic in her. It was not surprising that he had that much white magic.

 Remus thought, and then, stirred by a terrible and urgent fear that Linda might be in some kind of danger, he put his slender arms around her, his knees neatly together, and began to concentrate his mind.

(linda--linda--linda--linda--linda!

 For a while it seemed to have no effect, and the boy stood up dejectedly.

 He looked at Guin, who was asleep, and, to prevent her from falling asleep, he gently moved her chair to the window and climbed up on it to look out through the lighted window.

 The cool night air hit me in the face. But what I saw was a sleeping forest, black and still, and, instead of a range of mountains beyond, the walls of a fortress, black and ominous, illuminated by the flames of torches burning brightly to scorch the night sky.

 A strange thought crossed the Prince of Paro's mind. Such a bright light would certainly protect the fugitive mercenaries from the threat of the night on the frontier, but the more flesh and blood enemies would easily hide in the darkness under the light. Remus suddenly shuddered.

 There was a hint of disturbance and a persistent uneasiness in the night. Judging by the pale purple hue that was faintly tinting the edges of the mountains, the dawn might be near. Remus leaned his hands against the stone wall, listening to the murmur of the horses, the incessant commands and the crackling of the wood, wishing that the dawn would break sooner. The sun is the blessing and protector of all things. It is night, the time of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn. The spectre, the omen, the danger that lurks in the night, the morning will once more subdue them, and will tell them that at any rate, even in the midst of this dreadful fortress, they were able to pass another night without trouble - that all the omen and the fear were but a jest. And that all the bad omens and fears were but a laughing matter.

"The Crystal City was engulfed in fire and fell into the hands of Gora's armies just as this uneasy night descended into a night of bloodshed, terror and screams."

 Remus whispered in remembrance. There was no one to hear him, but he rested his smooth cheek against the cool stone wall and thought of the dizzying turn of the past few days, after the peace and splendour of his earlier life.

(Will Linda and I ever see the beautiful crystal towers of Paro again?

 The bonfires burned brightly, trying to push the night away, and the moon kept its pale face hidden behind a veil of black clouds. Suddenly Remus stretched out on his chair again and looked out.

 There's definitely something in the night-- a body of anxiety lurking.

 Remus lifted his fascinated eyes towards it, and at last saw the source of the horror it was stirring up.

 The Black Tower!

 It stood near the wall, opposite the white tower in which they were imprisoned. The chamber in which Remus and the others were kept was situated at the very center of the white tower, but the black tower, which could be seen through its narrow lighted windows, stood without a single light or window, as if it were hiding within it an incomprehensible miasma and an unholy darkness.

 Without remembering, Remus cut off the amulet of Janus, and, leaving his chair in great haste, went to the opposite wall and crouched there. But the image of the black tower, illuminated by the bonfire, burned in his eyes, and seemed to watch him through the wall with the congealed shadows of the dazzling night.

 Taking care not to wake him, Remus gently walked over to Guin. His anxiety was so great that he could hardly breathe. He put his fist to his mouth, and the back of his head grew numb and hot, and he huddled there, knowing that this night would not end soon, that something - some unknown and fatal catastrophe - would come before dawn. And he sank down. Perhaps Istvan had the same animal instincts he had described, and that was why he had thrown himself into the Kes like a rat fleeing from a sinking ship - as Remus would have liked to do. The dark current of the Kes was dozens of times better than cowering helplessly in this uncertainty.

 Yarn had been quietly turning the wheel of fate.

 And Remus heard it.

 Through the murmuring darkness before dawn, it reached the hearts of the Paro twins very clearly.

"Don't touch me, wraith! Oh, I'll bite your tongue if your hand touches me! No, no, no, Remus, Remus! Guin!"

 It was no doubt Linda's cry for help. Remus sprang up and began to shout with all his might to get out of here. Guin jumped to his feet and stared at the boy in surprise.

 That's when the bells of the fort began to ring.