The day before the ships landed on Retina, he ordered his wife to go see the king in his chambers, because he had looked at her lustfully for a long time, and many times he had flattered her sweet as honey with his tongue, If it hadn’t been for her son, she would have taken it willingly or unwillingly. She had entered his room, dropped her dress to the floor and used her feminist power and secrets to subdue the king, and he did not offer any battle, he could not trust even the greatest of his servants, yet he felt that he could trust her, and desire and happiness were in her heart, and she was cunning, quite skilled apparently, to gain what she would not get by insolence or force, she would do so delicately, and in the process, he would kill the king. , because the prince could not. And it should be noted; She did not become the prince’s wife out of untold riches or worship, but rather out of undisclosed please, deceit and goodness, seeking to chain this man long before he knew it. So she let the old man lean over her and seek her bliss, he couldn’t understand her old language, he was muttering something in an old Retina dialect (‘You are faithful to your husband, I have seen him in the prophecy, the El old seer told me fifty years ago, would you come … ‘) and he took out a poisoned tooth from a snake, hid in a secret place between his body, and during the sexual act, prodded him with it in the side, but went to lightly, and she doubted it wasn’t deep enough, but he fell dead to the side.
Sorle the Lesser entered, proclaimed that the king had died of a heart attack while making love with one of his many mistresses, it was all, apparently too simple, according to Marisol. And the next day, the ships landed and King Nirut was greeted with a variety of gifts and the kingdom’s elite. And now King Sorle II, praised his wife, but she feared this murder, and told the king, that the tooth had only punctured the king’s skin. They put him to rest in a large tomb inside, and deep in the ground, in a kind of mausoleum, the coffin was made of marble.
In the next two days, a change occurred in the land, and the hearts of the Retinaions, they loved King Nirut, he was a hero to many, but the new King, King Sorle II was controversial among his own kind.
Ships came down one by one, camps were made, tents were set up, food supply lines were set up. The enemies of SSARG and the desert rebels in SSARG were calculated according to the risk factor. During these first days, Nirut tried to humiliate himself with the people of the city, the castle staff, he preferred a quiet relationship with the Retinaions if possible, something else he knew his father told him, ‘… before the war, constrain, keep your thoughts secret, welcome it to others, use what you want, not what they want. Holding everyone hostage, even if they don’t know it. In fact, he learned a lot in a short time.
He is the one whose name is not pronounced now, the King in the tomb, the mausoleum, this now concerns him, advancing his name, I must add Marisol, because she got up and disappeared one day. The Prince never knew why, but King Nirut did, and here it is from the King’s own diary:
“I had asked my seer, where was Marisol? Because we were all looking for her, and I went to find out, and she was where my seer said she would be, but first let me explain:
“The old King of Retina awoke in his tomb, made of marble, about fifty feet below the ground of Retina, in a sold granite mausoleum, in a marble coffin. He woke up in the faceless darkness of his village. In his castle, he was fired for being dead. But it wasn’t. The poison paralyzed her body, slowed her heartbeat, and this was her third day. He had been awake for a day, and his mind was not so good before his death and burial, now it was even worse, he was going insane. However, he had prepared for this, as he had searched for his own sears fifty years before of this, and with a strong kick to the back of the grave. , it was opened, because he had made the tomb twenty years before, with this in mind.
Very soon he stood up and crawled back to the Kingdom, like a ghost, and the few guards who saw him, rubbed their eyes in dismay and recoiled thinking that he was just that, a ghost. in Queen Marisol’s bedroom, and the old king picked up the queen, disguised her with a bedding and carried her back to the mausoleum, in the process he sedated her, slightly, so that she would respond, but she was not yet fragile to to struggle.
What followed was gruesome. He had had a second coffin made, of wood, with nails, a hundred of them extended through the wood and out the other side. And he laid her down, and he with her, and dropped the wooden lid on her. And with a tug of a rope, the ceiling collapsed on the coffin, not enough to pierce it, because there was marble on top. And when Marisol awoke, in the darkness of the wick, the torment began. If it moved up, the nails were there. “Sacrifice,” said the old king, leaning back beside her, laughing, “We are the sacrifice for King Nirut.” He lit a candle, which was no more than an inch long, but he wanted to look her in the face, and death was upon her. He commented: ‘The plot was always against both of us, I saw it a long time ago. Poison won’t kill you, but these next bitter days will, and you see, my dear, power breeds loathing, that’s how it is. (And blew out the candle) “‘.