Beyond Doubt: Whispers of the Unseen - Chapter 109

Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.

As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.

Chapter 109

Once again it is quiet.

“So,” Numico continues, “I will probably have long days full of conversations with him in the near future, but in the meantime, I suggest we enjoy the luxury that is offered to us here."

"It will not often happen that mere mortals, people who have lived all their lives in a mountain village," he looks at me with a smile, "get access to the type of overindulgence that this place provides. My role is fixed, but don't worry about me. Even if you don't see me for a day sometimes. Know that things are going well.”

Numico remains silent, and his last sentences raise new questions, but I know he doesn't have the answers either. He just knows certain things.

Then as if agreed all start talking about the opulence that surrounds us. It seems it was not just me, everyone is curious to learn how all the details in the palace work.

Then I realize something else, I feel my stomach growling hunger replaces my curiosity about all the luxurious wonders. It is as if someone noticed my shift in energy because less than a minute later, a servant comes to escort us to our accommodations so that we can freshen up and, if we wish, change clothes, and then participate in the meal.

The room I am assigned is bigger than my house and cleaner than our temple. The colors are the same, again the marble is carpeted with dark red fabrics and gold deposits.

My bed is big enough for Retsj, and in my mind, I can already see the giant lying there. I miss him, his simple honesty. His true friendship. How would he have seen this castle? What would he feel in these spaces, probably the same as Numico, the two are suspiciously similar in a number of ways.

They are both so close to nature and have a sixth sense of reading feelings. Yet it would have been more natural with Retsj. Numico may be even further along, but the idea that he is being used has not left me since one of those first conversations with Master Oniko.

The boy has never been able to be completely himself, at least not as an ordinary human being. The voices and feelings he hears, the things he sees, they hindered his relaxed childhood. Forced him into a certain role.
Sometimes I wish I could do what he could, but my humanity and the mistakes I make, and may make in the future, convince me time and time again that I am in a happier position, or at least that's what I tell myself.

I marvel at the fact that we have entered the palace without a plan, without violence, and as friends, not as enemies.

All the obstacles this journey has thrown up suddenly seem so far in the past and so easy to overcome now that we have achieved our goal. Achieved, but not yet accomplished, I think as my gaze wanders around the room again.

Rumbling in the hallway makes me realize that I am there to get ready for dinner, not drift off into musings. I quickly get up and try on the clothes that are hanging ready in the closet. Beautiful wide shirts made of fabrics softer than a woman's skin, trousers made of leather and some unknown fabric, everything finished and decorated in detail. Miraculously, they fit like a glove. Or could the Sikh have prepared this whole circus?

After washing and dressing, I go into the hallway. I am met here by a servant who accompanies me to a room whose ceiling is full of candlesticks, all in the same shape. A chain of metal rings from the ceiling ends in the holder of a large candle. This then spreads into twelve smaller holders, the entire center aisle is decorated with it.

The thickly woven carpet runs along both sides of the room and ends at a heavy wooden table. This dining chamber allows the tables together depending on the number of guests. For there is a strange void in the middle beneath the candlesticks that are all lit.

Looking up, I see that they cannot be lowered, and I wonder how and by whom these candles are lit. At the end of the carpeted path is the table, beautifully set with large plates, bowls, cups, and jars. Behind the table is a wide staircase that narrows towards the top. Only Dadrie is already at the table. And I am guided to the seat next to him.

There are three covered places opposite me, and two more next to me. Then there is a place at the head of the table, where I notice a beautiful piece of craftsmanship as I stare at the wooden chair. It´s very refined wood carvings and the backrest depicts in detail the shapes of a muscular young man with a wreath on his head. While the armrests are two women, who are lying down, clinging to the young man's ankles in a very sensual way. His hands rest on their heads. Its quality is like nothing I had ever seen.

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