thousand unforeseen event of our bad luck."
In turn Saint thanked and directed him with Dafne to the house of the woman, but esterrefatto remained from the facility more and more with which them two so naïvely made him deceive from that artificial world. A serious scenography mortally, but also always a scenography. Few hours before you/he/she had been him to be overpowered by the meeting with the beautiful youth of the pond. A so improbable situation what time it was almost ashamed to have tried such an emotional transport, ch'egli you/he/she had exchanged even for an intuition, for a some spiritual connection. It now touched to Dafne to be taken around by the pretense fate that was apparently served her by outrageous invisible hands but that, in truth, they were more materials than the themselves bodies. Why his beautiful and ingenue countess didn't wonder as you/he/she was possible to rouse native people of an unknown and desert earth and to quietly speak the same identical language? You/he/she would have wanted to howl and to break everything, would have wanted to attack those women until the director you/he/she had not reached to shout "stop" stopping that idiocy. But then to well to reflect us, for insane that its actions had been, as it were already unfortunately success, nobody would have reached to interrupt the performance. That show was perfectly parallel to the reality and you/he/she would have respected up to the end its absurdity script. It confided, however, to find with the astuteness, sooner or later, a weak ring to be been able to force for making to collapse the invisible laws that held them trapped in that cobweb of paradoxes.
When you/they had finished eating to satisfaction, Crizia came, that exhorted them to follow her/it; the teacher attended them in the Agorà. What was called Agorà, it was a spiazzo among the trees, where a small amphitheater in wood constituted the only present construction. Sat to the center of the semicircle there was a fifty year-old man, with beard and curly and grizzled hair, dressed entirely in way similar to the women that had up to that met moment. Also these, already from his/her mighty physical aspect, it openly declared a life it reimburses working very hard and feeding himself/herself/itself in perfect equilibrium. You/he/she was surrounded approximately by a group of men of his/her age.
"You, would be therefore, are you shipwrecked?it unexpectedly " began with voice imperious and thundering the one called ch'era Prometeo.
Dafne tightened him adherent beside Saint, while this last responded frowning to the abrupt question that had been set him.
"Well yes, we don't have other tests of our shipwreck to the infuori of the skin that we fortunately have succeeded in bringing to shore."
The head of that people abruptly responded.
"Therefore already games affirming that the boat anchored here to some mile from is not yours, but of some other guest of the place?"
Saint cursed its precipitous answer ch'era been very approximate to make him/it appear in bad faith.
"No, that boat is the shallop that has brought us in safe."
"Then your ship is sunk in the parts and you you are the only survivors. Strange not to even have found a piece of the wreckage or a body that has reached shore. The tides from these parts have the tendency to make everything that that he abandons aloft sea."
Dafne him made account that the suspicious attitude of Saint, mistrustful towards that world, you/he/she was bringing them to make an enemy that people. Then it intervened of impulse.
"You/he/she has not gone really this way. We have escaped from a ship of pirates that cared imprisoned."
The head of the group then the chin was scratched and uttered hard words.
"You come up to my village asking help. You say to be you are shipwrecked, while in reality the term demanded by to use is runaway. Who runs away from the evil it is without stain and nothing hides; only who runs away from the good, to escape to the correct punishment for his/her misdeeds, mind and he hides. Is Qual the true motive for your arrival, and above all, do you really come from where?"
Just in that breaker, when for the two lovers it seemed compromised every possibility to excuse him from those absurd accusations the young girl of the pond that crossed with fair footstep the whole crescent of the amphitheater to go to stay, sprouted really of side to the head. This way it began:
"Father, because you are so hostile with these unlucky persons? You warns very well from theirs golden that there is no wickedness in theirs to act. I am not a danger for our village, rather they would be them to be here out in danger of."
While the young girl spoke, Saint again came abducted from the emphatic cage of soprasensibili feelings that you/they had already gathered him unexpectedly on the shore of the pond. Its rational soul warned him/it - Remembered that it is everything one deception - while his Itself spiritual, clearly superior to the relativity of his small I, finally returned to resound in him with thoughts done of intuitions and of crystalline images. The sensible thought, artificial, built through the worn-out noise of his/her blind brain, that had governed his/her actions up to that moment, it was again unwillingly put in second floor thanks to the sum wisdom of the Itself that gave back the original sound to the light. You looked at him/it and it seemed for an instant ch'ella it warned the internal tumult of Saint; these, suffered a sudden embarrassment, it withstood, maintaining his/her fixed eyes in those of her. It seemed a minuscule lightning or a tense cobweb among their eyes that it reflected the rays of the sun, but for an instant all saw that electric discharge that mixed the images it engraved in the respective retinas of Saint and the young girl. That phenomenon was so much breve that each thought about having imagined him/it, and nobody had the promptness to ask to the neighbor if you/he/she had noticed something strange. However is, this all it took is for confusing the thoughts of the presents. The young girl raised his/her dose of ideas in defense of the two foreigners.
"Father, we are and we will be always those people who help the men. Be this the purpose of ours to exist!"
The wise man to the center of that swarm of his/her fellow citizens changed subitamente expression. A mixture of resigned serenity and of fatherly pride relaxed the surly arc sopraccigliare that accompanied the turned accusatory look to the indesideratis you entertain, and suddenly its clairvoyants eyes accepted the smoky novelties that Saint and Dafne you/they would have brought in its pacific world.
"Sabrina is all right, you have convinced your old man stubborn father. As all you know I don't love the half measures, therefore if someone must be welcomes in our village him he will make partecipe in toto of our habits and our job, with the hope ch'essi newly-wed our cause, deciding to live the existence serving our virtuosos ideas. He/she will think us the good great Ivo about to serve as guide to our guests."
Then, directly turning him/it look on Ivo, he/she asked him:
"You feel her/it to you, giant, to turn you into the new guide of Boscocittà?"
Ivo smiled benevolent.
"So much by now you have already decided. however the to do with pleasure.
Sabrina inserted him in that dialogue.
"I want to be me the guide for the two guests."
His/her father's face to that point changed physiognomy, turning the expression bonaria of that moment into a severe, tacit reproach toward his/her/their daughter. Regardless of the does dark of his/her/their father, Sabrina kept on giving breath to his/her thoughts.
"I can start showing them our characteristics cottages on the trees.
His/her father immediately interrupted her/it.
"Ragazzina, remembers you that have still in suspended a punishment. Do believe is not me aware of your nighttime stroll? You will do as me I say."
She didn't dare to insist. It turned the heels and it got further sulky.
"His/her children are the most important beings for a parent, but sott'occhio must be held as it would do him with the proper hostile peggior" it whispered in a thread of voice, almost to himself, the man. Then it lifted the look and it told Saint and Dafne:
"My name is Prometeo, your names have already been me said. My a
ssignment in this village is simply that to make to coincide the affairs, the duties and the needs of everybody without the inhabitants invade each other his/her own liberties. This figure is usually called head, but in reality this little term is suitable him to my figure in this place. All the efforts and the thoughts that my person faces in every instant of the day, are turned with the purpose to maintain this village in full harmony, as by now you/he/she have been happening for immemorial times thanks to the appointment of those people that it have happened as soon as to the assignment of which I now deal me. You remember well, the secret of our peace is that the authority is not in the hands of a head, but of a faithful servant of our beloved village. Here you won't find any elite or privileged caste. Each of us has a role defined in the society, that coincides with his/her own innate inclinations and his/her own pleasure. The daily matters little remuneranti they are developed then by all to turn. This is the simple mechanism that manages and our world makes active. I will now explain you the last goal, fundamental for the universe, of ours operated. But doesn't think that those people that occupy the more ring next to the final result are seen how the essential or more important solos of the others. I first of all want to underline an extremely important fact, but that the men for the most part have
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