vol.2 Doris drove past two weeks on his horse, gossip. She was terribly exhausted food stocks ran out two days ago, and the water in the skin remained only in the amount of several drops. She was hungry, thirsty and tired. She dreamed about is to find yourself in some tavern, and satisfy their hunger and thirst, and sleep a long, strong dream. Unfortunately, the round was just sand. On the horizon there was neither any town, nor any living soul. And Doris wandered from fourteen days in the desert. The worst thing was the sun. It is this burning her skin. For it meant that hurt her eyes and they were so tired. I really had had enough. Fortunately already dusk. The night will be cold, she thought Doris. It's the only consolation here as a hot day. She lifted her head and saw an oasis. At the beginning she thought it was zwidy, but no, she really was there, and at the three men poiło their horses. Drove them to a safe distance and leveled spear into the largest of the men shouted.
- I'm not looking strife. I just want to water your horse and make up water supplies, so be so kind and step back a little. I do not want to have something happen. - I barely holding a crossbow, but she knew that if he had to fight to do it. The fight will not last long. She will not survive it. Men After a brief exchange of views in an incomprehensible language moved away from the waterhole. Doris waited for a while, so for sure, and pulled up. When Płotka bent to drink the water, Doris fell. She fainted from wycięczenia.
*** She woke up in the room. Not really knowing where he is at all what happened. She felt fine but was very weak. She sat on the bed, she realized that wearing airy, with a linen shirt. She looked around the room. Right beside the bed, a chair, lay her clean and neatly folded clothes. The weapon was based on a chair. From across the room, on the table stood a jug of water and breakfast. Doris did not have enough strength to get up out of bed and reach the water. Fell on a straw mattress and fell asleep. She woke up the next day. She was no longer relevant even better, and she wanted to get out of bed and walk around the room. She got up and saw that he is not alone in the room. On a chair by the door sat a little girl aged about ten years. She was petite, and her pretty face shadowed with dark, wavy hair, smiling. Was something strange, something not at all like she was a child. Her eyes. Her eyes did not fit the child. They looked like the tired eyes of an older person lives, but rather a baggage of experience that is life it offered. It was still something that did not fit into the rest of the this girl. Definitely not here.
- What's your name? - Asked a little girl.
- Doris, and you?
- Judi. Where are you from? - Doris under the influence of those questions feel like a hearing. Is this the little girl does not know that barely brush with death, and now I just wanted to relax.
- Nowhere. - Answer - you can tell me what is this place?
- I guess I should not, but on the other side soon and so you'll know, so what I'm all right. You are in the temple of the Mother of Life and Death.
- Where? - Doris surprised. Never before never heard of any similar cult in this part of the Northern Emirate.
- Well, in the temple. Do not worry, there is fun.
At this point, someone knocked on the door gently, and without waiting for permission to enter. It was a pretty young woman in bright robes.
- Hello, my name is Vera, I'm the older sister of the Mother of Life. I see that I do not sleep so I could dress to go down to the bottom, all the sisters are waiting for you.
- Thank you, sister. I'll go down soon, tell me just what I'm doing here.
- Oh, do not remember. A week ago the three men brought you here. You've been in a state of utter exhaustion, if not for you, they probably died. Well, I brought you here and we zaopiekowaliśmy you.
- Thank you. Of course, I pay for everything, and as I am able to get on a horse, I will not bother you and go their own way.
- Of course, do as the want, but do not bother us here. Rarely we have guests and look forward to each visit. But enough of that talk. Together with other sisters, I'm gonna wait in the main hall.
Doris got up from bed. Made her a little problem I was further weakened.
wanted to dress, but I remembered that little girl is still in the room.
- Could you go out, I want to get dressed.
- They are not so nice. - Answered, though not quite hear what he says Doris. - They want you to use, you will do with the victim, and you'll be able to just choose for the mother you want to make a sacrifice.
- What are you talking about?
- It's better to hasten, I'm already a bit hungry. - Doris seemed that the little girl talking completely nonsense and probably does not itself unaware of what he says. When the door closed behind Judi, could alone get dressed. It was not easy, but eventually it succeeded. She went out of his room, went down the hall to the right until you reach the spiral staircase. She went after them, holding the handrail. Stairs lead straight to the great hall. Then she heard the first voice of the Great Mother. The world began to spin it. Refused to obey her knee and did not maintain body weight. Collapsed. She started to throw the stone floor, and her lips began to sip a foam.
- You see, sister! It's her! This is our chosen one! - Across the hall came a loud voice. Without a doubt it was the Great Mother. Descended from his heavy chair, set at the end of the table and slow step, approached the Doris. She leaned over her and said - Sisters! We have to take her to his mother ...
- Death - she finished her Doris. At this point, the dagger plunged into the brain has already reached his chin and ended the life of the Great Mother. Using what provoked surprise, Doris quickly rose to his feet and pulled the clothes that she got from the nuns. She grabbed Judi, who became the next column, by the hand and together with the girl moved toward the exit. Before the other sisters responded, Doris and Judi already rode ahead, leaving behind the temples of the Mother of Life and Death, which will not do anymore harm.
