Fineae nodded. Angi was difficult to understand in some kinds, but Fineae could imagine what she means. She walked with Angi to the big gate and looked out for the homecoming army. She admired the beautiful cloths and banners of the warriers and espacially of the Caliph.

She hoped, that he would decide that she would be able to be a part of his cortege. She watched him and wondered how young he seemed to be. She had thought of an wise old caliph but Caliph Marmud was a young man. Younger than Fineae herself.

Suddenly she got picked by Ellah. „Don't stare at him!“, she giggled. Fineae turned red. She looked to the ground, hoping nobody would have seen her staring. Ellah laughed. „Be quiet!“, Fineae grumbled but Ellah reared: „Don't be shy he is not married. You would be a fine couple.“ Fineae twisted her eyes. „You're silly. And now please be quiet!“ Ellah smiled but now she stopped talking. The Caliph passed her side and rode into the castle.

After they army had arrived in the castle Fineae asked Angi: „Could you please tell me when i shall be there for duell tomorrow?“ She looked at Ellah. „May i sleep at yours tonight?“ Ellah nodded. „No problem for tonight and tomorrow we'll show what you're able to and get a home for yourself.“ Fineae smiled. „Sounds great.“

Proudly Don Esteban rode one on tare beside the young Caliphen by the castle gate in the castle court. He had decided to stand aside to the young Caliphen with all his experience and fighting power. A light smile darted over his face when he saw being ready his children to the receipt. Particularly he had a good time when he saw his daughter Angi. She threw marmud, how often enough, admiring looks. However, who was this? There stood one more young woman which stared at the Caliphen languishingly. This can become cheerful if Angi competition agrees. Too well he knew his daughter and her temperament if a little bit not so tired itself as they introduced.
Later in the evening in his house he asked Angi who has been this young woman. She told him everything. Also the fact that, she has selected opponent for the show duel with the applicant, him as a Fineaes. Laughing he stroked himself over his chin. „This you have well thought up. You think I hit them immediately in the escape and marmud belongs to you alone. Think, however, there there is still Safira, also them admired our Caliph.“
The next morning, he went of lining up to the training place around there against Fineae. He did not want to intimidate them, only see like her fight art it looked. Marmud would also come certainly to look the applicant.

Fineae was nervous. What will the fight bring to her?

Would she be able to fight her opponent?

What if she wins? But more frightful: What if she looses?

Her only wappon was a dirk. Not the one she would like to have. Just this little dirk. She didn't think that she would have a chance. Her opponent would shurly laugh if he wpuld see her standing there waiting for such an important fight just with a silly, little dirk.

"Who will my opponent be?" she thought. Maybe the Caliph himself? No! Please don't let him be my opponent. I don't want to loose against him. I don't want to blame myself befor the Caliph. That beautiful strong man... She was in mind and smiled. Ellah poked her. "Hey! Don't go sleeping! It's going on. Here he comes!" She pointed at Don Esteban. Gladly not the Caliph himself, but a strong man. Fineae gulped.

"Oh my dear! I will never be able to fight against him!", she squeeked to Ellah. The young girl saw at Fineae. "You have to. Now go and do your best"

Samira felt comfortable with her new tribe, the Tuareg.
There she learned to fight and how one to manage and to command a province and a tribe. Samira felt comfortable in the rows of the Tuareg, she knew no-one personally yet apart from Marmud which appointed her Home Secretary of the Tuareg.
With the capture of this position Samira's quiet life was past and she had to present the public and to show her. And Samira decided so to find out her surroundings and reached the drill ground on which two knights just contrasted with himself.
She interests watched the beginning duel not knowingly whether she knows let alone shall spur on the fighter ...

In the morning Don Esteban had turns over in the mind like he should appear on the training place. He was the oldest warrior with most experiences. One did not have to frighten off new young warriors immediately. They should learn, but without being fear. His armament was with the Rüstmeister, this is why he was armed only with triple flail and kite shield. This felt also well in such a way.
He shut to lady Fineae of the wolf rock, put on his most winning smile and bowed. „Micron of lady, it is to me a joy“.
Fineae already began to a push with her dagger and touched him easily.
Now it was a matter be careful, one should never shame an opponent in whom one lost on purpose. Therefore, he also immediately began to a counterblow. However, for it he slowed down unobtrusively his motion sequence. Fineae had to make way such a chance to preserved and to land hit.
Of course he won this fight. Don Esteban went on Fineae to bowed.
„Micron of lady it would be to be seen to me a joy to you in our army. I will insert a good word for you with the Caliphen.“ According to these words he escorted them to marmud. This had also arrived on time at the fight beginning.
„My Caliph, I may introduce a new warrior for our army, lady Fineae of the wolf rock“
He found, now he had acted enough for a good welcome and now knew already, how much his daughter would be angry at it.

Marmud had interested, watched the fight And his interest was valid more for the woman than the warrior. She had good conditions in the area of the fight technology, however, her true qualities lay in her femininity. If he delights looked them, as a Don Esteban with her came to him. „Micron of lady it is to be welcomed to me a joy in my castle. An even bigger joy prepared it for me, you in our people welcome to are called. I would be glad if you performed society to me and the other warriors today with the Communion.“
To her once again friendly nodding he wanted to leave the training place, as his
Look at a still warrior foreign to him fell. Why he knew nothing about her? Angi would have to explain this to him. But charmingly she was already the little one, he should get to know them absolutely closer.

Fineae went to the Caliph with Don Esteban. Her head showed shyly to the ground but her eyes up to the Caliph she waited for his decision. As both – Don Estaban and the Calpiph too - wellcomed her, she smiled.

Now she would get a land for her own and now her life would beginn again.

Suddenly she recogniced, that the Caliph seemed to watch another woman. Is he in love with her? She felt sorry but she blusterd herself in vain. Why should he look at her. He could have every woman he would like to. So why should he recognice her.

She sighed and after the Caliph was gone she looked for Ellah.
„Let's go and get a piece of land. And than: please teach me your language. It's stupid not to understand what everyone is talking about“, she grumbled.

Several days passed since Fineae was imprison from the Sicilian
Countess in one of their conquered land the Tuareg army tried to protect.

The guard’s feet started to move fast. It looked like all the guards were lined. It was expecting an important person coming from the prison door.
Same foot started to walk through the corridor when Bisha himself stood before her and his older boy.
The little boy smiling reached the hand between the bars and gave her a letter before going away with his father :

QUOTE:
To Lady Fineae vom Wolfsfels

Es-selam alejkum we rahmetullahi we berekatuhu

I have seen the Tuareg peasants and knights suffer more then they should for their king’s mistakes.

I have seen your king, and husband have no faith, culture or respect for his people.

I have seen Poor Esteban and Lea leave once the Sicilian peasant to die.
Do not let the same thing happen to your people too, because they surely do it again.

I keep seeing in my dream the history of the one who once were drop in a hole from his brothers for two days, sold as a slave from his brothers and then becoming the right hand of a Pharaoh.
I keep seeing the history of the one who spread the sea in two parts to save his people.
You were poor as the one who were betrayed from his brothers , and have experienced lot of human lost in your life. Your heart can better understand the suffering of a mother who loose their san in war; sisters who looses their brothers and fathers right between their eyes.
Who better then you want to stop this madness your king, and husband is sending your nation?

Therefore I give you an option to end this madness.

I want you to be the Queen of Tuareg Nation and lead it.
Save the Tuareg people between the sea from ‘Pharaoh marmud’ and lead them through freedom. Take control of the Tuareg nation, and I will end my justice (for the life lost from marmuds attack against my province) of war, and the injustice is being done to your people.
Haw can you sleep with such a man who has blood in his hand, is younger then you, inexperienced then you, far more ignorant then your highness? Every one can see far away that you have a hidden royal blood in yourself. You deserve a man who has his eyes toward you, loves you, speaks your language and is able to understand you, like you deserve.

You will have my full support to protect your nation, set your knights free and have free trade between our nations,but with only one condition; Marry a Sicilian Knight, or more better Mert Thorvaldsson. He is Muslim, and he has spoken me a lot for you. He will be a fine husband in my opinion. He have spoked me with great superlatives about your highness and he had try every day to learn new things from you. He has serious intention with you, want to meet you and get to know you personally. Give him a chance,for your best and your peoples life.

Be you a trusted bridge between our nations, strength our relationship.
Conduct the Tuareg people through Islam.
Convince the other Tuareg knights to support you.
Hear no one other then your mind,heart and faith, and I will end the war and set all your knights free.



Es-selam alejkum
Bisha
King of Sicily

Fineae didn't know why she had given the coins to the son of bisha. Maybe because he looked like a poor beggar boy next to the cocky king bisha.

She read the letter once, twice and a third time. Was bisha really as stupid to think that she would marry one of her enemies? She should become queen? No never! Not for the life of her! Not for love or a lot of money.

If this letter wouldn't had been as buggy she would have laughed. She would like to think this is a joke, but bisha seemed to take it serious.

'Who does he thinks who i am', she thought. 'Is he thinking i am a whore that can be pushed from one man to another?'

„I've seen you arrested me better than the other warriers of my tribe. Now i know why“, she answered. „Bring me back to the cellar. Bring me to my tribe and my husband. I don't want your preferential treatment. I'm not for sale! If you want to talk about piece: go and negotiate directly with husband."


She pulled the letter to pieces and threw them against king bisha. Than she rose up her head and waited for the gards to bring her to her tribe.

A guard came and took Fineae to a prison room made right for prisoners convicted for murder were a letter was waiting for her:

QUOTE:
To Lady Fineae vom Wolfsfels

When I sent you the letter about the marriage proposal was not for offending you, but to stop you being with a husband you did not liked because he was staring to other women, and for strengthen our nation relationship with a marriage as a trusted sign when barbaric action are done from a nation such as yours. What more then a marriage could give us a sign of civilization and trust from your nation when you attack us with no reason and with no declaration of war, like barbarian nations does?

As I see you care more about your personal life rather then the life of your people who are dying more and more each day for the bloody leadership you and your king choused to fallow . Doing nothing to stop the war you and your husband have the hands full of the blood of your peoples who does not trust anymore in your leadership.
Tuareg mothers loosing their san, sisters loosing their brothers, women loosing their husbands, and all happened because you invaded a territory you should had not, you want to stay married with a man who stair to other woman too and have hands with blood ;you did not accept the peace proposal and because you had not done even a single attempt to stop this war.
After all, being raised between family lost, did not made you better, but worst, made you disrespect life, at least others life. Your dark heart deserve to root in prison.

I putted you in the same room where I put murders in this case is just the one you deserve.

Bisha
King of Sicily