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In the land of the water princesses, 1
It was early morning in the far away kingdom of Thran. Themor was on his way to the gorge in the mountain. He wandered with his grandfather Kurdar through the gold rice fields of his home on the edge of the mountains. There were half-timbered houses everywhere, inhabited by the rice farmer families, whose fields stretched across the plain in front of of the mountains. Everywhere you looked, you saw the shallow water fields in which the gold rice grew. The rice was the wealth of the lowlands in front of the mountains. For countless generations, the inhabitants of the plain had been cultivating gold rice.
And for countless generations, the young men of the plains had gone through the mountain gorge to the land of princesses of water to fetch the gold rice seed. Every young man who grew up had to travel to the land inside the mountains at least once in his life to trade gold for rice seeds.
Always such a messenger boy got only a small amount of rice seeds. It was just enough for a few fields. So many young men had to go through the gorge several times a year to exchange the valuable seeds for gold nuggets. For the gold rice grew magnificently in the fields of the plains, but did not produce germinable seeds. Only in the warm country in the interior of the mountains did the gold rice drive seeds that germinated and became new rice plants.
Themor and his grandfather passed the mill of the Snorgun family. The eighteen-year-old daughter of the Snorguns, Mithya, was standing next to the dammed Millcreek and craned one of the wooden sluice gates so that more water could flow to propel the large mill wheel.
She waved to the two men. „Bring good seeds, Themor,“ she called. "I need a little of it for our water field in the west at the Darkwoods."
Themor waved back, "I bring you seeds, Mithya. Promised."
He continued on his way.
"Always remember that you're not allowed to talk to anyone about what you're experiencing in the land of the water princesses," his grandfather said as they walked along the wide causeway that led through the shallow water fields to the mountains. "It has to stay a secret. None of the boys and the pre-adolescent young men are allowed to know what the Warmland is like inside the mountains. You have made the oath. "
"I'll keep the vow, grandfather," Themor said. "No word will come over my lips."
Themor had never understood why everybody made such a secret about the Warmland in the inside of the mountains. No young man, no little boy, and no female person in the paddy fields knew what the land of princesses looked like. The law required it that way.
They came to the mountainside. From a narrow gorge warm water flowed into the flat fields of the plains. Through channels it was distributed throughout the land.
Themor's grandfather stopped: "From here you will go on alone, my grandson." He grabbed Themor by the shoulders and looked deep into his eyes: "Good luck, grandson! Bring good seeds! "
"I will, grandfather!"
Themor bent down and took off his sandals. You did not walk through the gorge with your shoes on, because you had to wander through the shallow water of the stream, which came from the warm country in the interior of the mountains.
Barefoot, he climbed the stone steps to the gorge and began to follow the stream.
"All the best, grandson!" He heard his grandfather shouting, then he was alone in the narrow gorge.
Right and left, the rock walls towered high. The brook through which Themor strode was two meters wide and so shallow that the water reached only just above his ankles. Themor strode with sweeping steps through the gorge, where there was almost no sunlight.
Two hours would it take to make the way, his grandfather had told him. He had gone this way several times as a young adult.
Other young men made their way to the Warmland only once in their lifetime. They climbed into the gorge when they turned eighteen and ran into the land of water princesses. In a small bag, they had gold nuggets with them to exchange for water rice seeds. They went to the Warmland, stayed there for a day and came back with a bag of seeds in the evening and they never entered the gorge again.
Nobody could say why. Only the adult men knew, but they never talked about it. That was forbidden. So it was required by the law.
Themor was curious about the land of water princesses. What would he find inside the mountains? He was a little afraid too. Finally, there seemed to be something in the mountains that scared young men so much that they did not wander the gorge a second time. What could that be?
Other young men who had just grown up made their way through the gorge again and again. As a young man, one was allowed to take the path into the mountains for three years. At the age of twenty one it was over. That's the law.
For two hours, Themor waded through the shallow stream. Then the narrow gorge opened and gave free the view to a large country in the midst of the mountains.
Themor stopped. He was astonished. He would not have imagined the Warmland that big. In front of his eyes opened a wide plane in the form of a huge oval. Steep rock walls bounded the wide, flat land.
The land was big, much bigger than Themor had thought. It was at least ten miles wide and measured thirty miles in length.
It was pleasantly warm, much warmer than his home country.
There was water everywhere. There were large shallow ponds in which gold rice grew and deeper ponds. Channels traversed the wetlands. In some places there were small islands with trees on them like Themor had never seen before. They looked similar to the trees he knew from home, but they had only a few leaves.
Immediately in front of Themor began a dam that led through the marshes. The young man followed the causeway, which led straight into the water country. In the distance he recognized a larger island. That was exactly where the dam led.
Themor moved forward with wide strides.
As he walked, Themor had the feeling of being watched, but when he looked around he could n´t see anything. The water gurgled and splattered, but he saw no sign of life far and wide.
And yet he was watched.
The dam ended at the big island. It was circular and a hundred meters in diameter. Themor stopped. He looked incredulously at the thing sticking out of the ground. The island was covered with short green grass and shallow. Only this thing stood on the small island.
It was a kind of tree, but it had only a long, thin trunk perhaps a meter in diameter, and above two branches forked almost horizontally to left and right. A short branch stuck up in the middle. There thick foliage proliferated. It looked like the otherwise almost bare tree had a green wig on it.
From the trunk, short, gnarled branch stumps protruded - right and left. It looked a bit like a primitive ladder.
That looks like a cross, thought Themor. He found the sight of the weird plant on the island scary. He became queasy. What did all this mean?
Behind him, it splashed loudly. He spun around. They were there. The water princesses had come.
They were young, maybe just as old as he was. They were small and petite and they wore nothing except their long hair. The hair was in the color of silver and it did not stick wet to the girls' heads, it was dry as they emerged from the water.
Themor looked in deep eyes. They were almost colorless, those eyes. They had the color of clear water with a very slight green glow.
One of the girls joined Themor: "Welcome stranger. Welcome to the land of water princesses. We expected you. Be our guest for a day. We will exchange the seeds of golden rice for your gold nuggets. We love gold. "
Themor saw that the girl was wearing slender gold-plated bracelets on her wrists and ankles, as well as a clasp around her narrow neck. The other girls also wore gold bracelets. The only other jewelry were small piercings of gold, which they carried in their highly visible genitals. The girls were hairless all over. Apart from the silver hair on the head, there was not a single hair on the white bodies of the watergirls.
More and more naked young girls got out of the water. They came to Themor and surrounded him. They smiled at him and they giggled happily. They seemed very happy to see him.
He saw how many of the girls went into the water and submerged. They drank from the water. Apparently they could not breathe well ashore. They had to go back into the water again and again.
Water princesses, thought Themor. They live in the warm waters of this land in the middle of the mountains. They can not stay long on dry land.
Themor looked around. He saw only very young girls. There were no men to see and no children.
"Where are your men?" he asked. "Don´t you have any children? Where are they?"
The girls laughed friendly. "We are here," they shouted and surrounded him. They huddled against him. They circled him. "We have been waiting for you, stranger."
The naked girls surrounded Themor so tightly that he could barely move. They touched him everywhere. "How strong you are!" they said as they felt his muscles. "How well built!"
"Drop your clothes off! They only disturb! "
"We want to see what you look like. Undress!"
Themor did not want to but they pulled off his clothes. He was taller and stronger than the girls, but they were many and they were stronger together than he was. As much as he resisted, they took away his clothes.
Small hands slid over his naked body. "How beautiful he is!" whispered it all around. "How male and strong!"
"Yes, that's a strong young man!"
"Exactly what we expected."
"Bring him to the holy tree of water!"
"Yes! To the water tree! "
Countless hands moved and pushed Themor forward to the strange plant on the island. Some girls ran ahead. Incredulous, Themor watched as they rubbed their hands on the trunk. The tree started to move! With a soft creak it bent backwards and lowered its crown on the grassy ground.
Themor saw thin, firm tendrils emerge from the branches as they grew out of the wood.
The water princesses dragged Themor to the strange tree.
Suddenly he realized what the girls were up to do.
"No!" he called. He began to fight back. "No!"
They pushed him on. Themor struggled, but against the superiority he had no chance. "You have to go to the water tree, handsome young man!" shouted the girls. "You will belong to the sacred tree for one day. For one day it will hold on to your beautiful strong body so we can visit you, handsome young man. "
Although he fought bitterly, the girls dragged him forward and laid him with his back on the tree. Themor felt the coarse bark of the tree on his back.
The watergirls pulled his arms apart and pressed them to the horizontally upstanding branches. With a start, Themor saw the living tendrils grow out of the branches and snake around his wrists. They held him iron-hard.
Beneath his soles bulged a hump from the trunk and live tendrils crawled around his ankles and bound them. Themor tugged at the living fetters in vain. He did not get going. He lay with outstretched arms on the tree and was tied up defenseless.
It was early morning in the far away kingdom of Thran. Themor was on his way to the gorge in the mountain. He wandered with his grandfather Kurdar through the gold rice fields of his home on the edge of the mountains. There were half-timbered houses everywhere, inhabited by the rice farmer families, whose fields stretched across the plain in front of of the mountains. Everywhere you looked, you saw the shallow water fields in which the gold rice grew. The rice was the wealth of the lowlands in front of the mountains. For countless generations, the inhabitants of the plain had been cultivating gold rice.
And for countless generations, the young men of the plains had gone through the mountain gorge to the land of princesses of water to fetch the gold rice seed. Every young man who grew up had to travel to the land inside the mountains at least once in his life to trade gold for rice seeds.
Always such a messenger boy got only a small amount of rice seeds. It was just enough for a few fields. So many young men had to go through the gorge several times a year to exchange the valuable seeds for gold nuggets. For the gold rice grew magnificently in the fields of the plains, but did not produce germinable seeds. Only in the warm country in the interior of the mountains did the gold rice drive seeds that germinated and became new rice plants.
Themor and his grandfather passed the mill of the Snorgun family. The eighteen-year-old daughter of the Snorguns, Mithya, was standing next to the dammed Millcreek and craned one of the wooden sluice gates so that more water could flow to propel the large mill wheel.
She waved to the two men. „Bring good seeds, Themor,“ she called. "I need a little of it for our water field in the west at the Darkwoods."
Themor waved back, "I bring you seeds, Mithya. Promised."
He continued on his way.
"Always remember that you're not allowed to talk to anyone about what you're experiencing in the land of the water princesses," his grandfather said as they walked along the wide causeway that led through the shallow water fields to the mountains. "It has to stay a secret. None of the boys and the pre-adolescent young men are allowed to know what the Warmland is like inside the mountains. You have made the oath. "
"I'll keep the vow, grandfather," Themor said. "No word will come over my lips."
Themor had never understood why everybody made such a secret about the Warmland in the inside of the mountains. No young man, no little boy, and no female person in the paddy fields knew what the land of princesses looked like. The law required it that way.
They came to the mountainside. From a narrow gorge warm water flowed into the flat fields of the plains. Through channels it was distributed throughout the land.
Themor's grandfather stopped: "From here you will go on alone, my grandson." He grabbed Themor by the shoulders and looked deep into his eyes: "Good luck, grandson! Bring good seeds! "
"I will, grandfather!"
Themor bent down and took off his sandals. You did not walk through the gorge with your shoes on, because you had to wander through the shallow water of the stream, which came from the warm country in the interior of the mountains.
Barefoot, he climbed the stone steps to the gorge and began to follow the stream.
"All the best, grandson!" He heard his grandfather shouting, then he was alone in the narrow gorge.
Right and left, the rock walls towered high. The brook through which Themor strode was two meters wide and so shallow that the water reached only just above his ankles. Themor strode with sweeping steps through the gorge, where there was almost no sunlight.
Two hours would it take to make the way, his grandfather had told him. He had gone this way several times as a young adult.
Other young men made their way to the Warmland only once in their lifetime. They climbed into the gorge when they turned eighteen and ran into the land of water princesses. In a small bag, they had gold nuggets with them to exchange for water rice seeds. They went to the Warmland, stayed there for a day and came back with a bag of seeds in the evening and they never entered the gorge again.
Nobody could say why. Only the adult men knew, but they never talked about it. That was forbidden. So it was required by the law.
Themor was curious about the land of water princesses. What would he find inside the mountains? He was a little afraid too. Finally, there seemed to be something in the mountains that scared young men so much that they did not wander the gorge a second time. What could that be?
Other young men who had just grown up made their way through the gorge again and again. As a young man, one was allowed to take the path into the mountains for three years. At the age of twenty one it was over. That's the law.
For two hours, Themor waded through the shallow stream. Then the narrow gorge opened and gave free the view to a large country in the midst of the mountains.
Themor stopped. He was astonished. He would not have imagined the Warmland that big. In front of his eyes opened a wide plane in the form of a huge oval. Steep rock walls bounded the wide, flat land.
The land was big, much bigger than Themor had thought. It was at least ten miles wide and measured thirty miles in length.
It was pleasantly warm, much warmer than his home country.
There was water everywhere. There were large shallow ponds in which gold rice grew and deeper ponds. Channels traversed the wetlands. In some places there were small islands with trees on them like Themor had never seen before. They looked similar to the trees he knew from home, but they had only a few leaves.
Immediately in front of Themor began a dam that led through the marshes. The young man followed the causeway, which led straight into the water country. In the distance he recognized a larger island. That was exactly where the dam led.
Themor moved forward with wide strides.
As he walked, Themor had the feeling of being watched, but when he looked around he could n´t see anything. The water gurgled and splattered, but he saw no sign of life far and wide.
And yet he was watched.
The dam ended at the big island. It was circular and a hundred meters in diameter. Themor stopped. He looked incredulously at the thing sticking out of the ground. The island was covered with short green grass and shallow. Only this thing stood on the small island.
It was a kind of tree, but it had only a long, thin trunk perhaps a meter in diameter, and above two branches forked almost horizontally to left and right. A short branch stuck up in the middle. There thick foliage proliferated. It looked like the otherwise almost bare tree had a green wig on it.
From the trunk, short, gnarled branch stumps protruded - right and left. It looked a bit like a primitive ladder.
That looks like a cross, thought Themor. He found the sight of the weird plant on the island scary. He became queasy. What did all this mean?
Behind him, it splashed loudly. He spun around. They were there. The water princesses had come.
They were young, maybe just as old as he was. They were small and petite and they wore nothing except their long hair. The hair was in the color of silver and it did not stick wet to the girls' heads, it was dry as they emerged from the water.
Themor looked in deep eyes. They were almost colorless, those eyes. They had the color of clear water with a very slight green glow.
One of the girls joined Themor: "Welcome stranger. Welcome to the land of water princesses. We expected you. Be our guest for a day. We will exchange the seeds of golden rice for your gold nuggets. We love gold. "
Themor saw that the girl was wearing slender gold-plated bracelets on her wrists and ankles, as well as a clasp around her narrow neck. The other girls also wore gold bracelets. The only other jewelry were small piercings of gold, which they carried in their highly visible genitals. The girls were hairless all over. Apart from the silver hair on the head, there was not a single hair on the white bodies of the watergirls.
More and more naked young girls got out of the water. They came to Themor and surrounded him. They smiled at him and they giggled happily. They seemed very happy to see him.
He saw how many of the girls went into the water and submerged. They drank from the water. Apparently they could not breathe well ashore. They had to go back into the water again and again.
Water princesses, thought Themor. They live in the warm waters of this land in the middle of the mountains. They can not stay long on dry land.
Themor looked around. He saw only very young girls. There were no men to see and no children.
"Where are your men?" he asked. "Don´t you have any children? Where are they?"
The girls laughed friendly. "We are here," they shouted and surrounded him. They huddled against him. They circled him. "We have been waiting for you, stranger."
The naked girls surrounded Themor so tightly that he could barely move. They touched him everywhere. "How strong you are!" they said as they felt his muscles. "How well built!"
"Drop your clothes off! They only disturb! "
"We want to see what you look like. Undress!"
Themor did not want to but they pulled off his clothes. He was taller and stronger than the girls, but they were many and they were stronger together than he was. As much as he resisted, they took away his clothes.
Small hands slid over his naked body. "How beautiful he is!" whispered it all around. "How male and strong!"
"Yes, that's a strong young man!"
"Exactly what we expected."
"Bring him to the holy tree of water!"
"Yes! To the water tree! "
Countless hands moved and pushed Themor forward to the strange plant on the island. Some girls ran ahead. Incredulous, Themor watched as they rubbed their hands on the trunk. The tree started to move! With a soft creak it bent backwards and lowered its crown on the grassy ground.
Themor saw thin, firm tendrils emerge from the branches as they grew out of the wood.
The water princesses dragged Themor to the strange tree.
Suddenly he realized what the girls were up to do.
"No!" he called. He began to fight back. "No!"
They pushed him on. Themor struggled, but against the superiority he had no chance. "You have to go to the water tree, handsome young man!" shouted the girls. "You will belong to the sacred tree for one day. For one day it will hold on to your beautiful strong body so we can visit you, handsome young man. "
Although he fought bitterly, the girls dragged him forward and laid him with his back on the tree. Themor felt the coarse bark of the tree on his back.
The watergirls pulled his arms apart and pressed them to the horizontally upstanding branches. With a start, Themor saw the living tendrils grow out of the branches and snake around his wrists. They held him iron-hard.
Beneath his soles bulged a hump from the trunk and live tendrils crawled around his ankles and bound them. Themor tugged at the living fetters in vain. He did not get going. He lay with outstretched arms on the tree and was tied up defenseless.
