Dvesas
Poranda

Gayatri opened the curtain slightly, looking out. They will enter Dwipajaya. Gayatri pulled the saree to wrap her body tighter. His sax beside him quietly watched Gayatri look around him. Slow down his horse's steps, Gayatri's requestor in front of him. The helmsman slowed down the pace of the horses, so Gayatri ordered them to go through another road to get closer to the jiwang. 

Although the atmosphere outside was shrouded in cloudiness and fog, Gayatri was still able to witness the conditions along the miserable jiwang. The three jayas completely lost their authority because of Bansheer. 

Jiwang is not taken care of. Gayatri suspects the last harvest was rushed. Gayatri asked that they stop for a moment. He came down and headed for the bedeng and felt a slightly wet mound of earth. He remembered the kings of three jaya who taught him about living with nature. Although the three were never familiar, they were compassionate towards their people. Gayatri was very sad when she heard that they had to kill each other at the end of her life. 

May their souls go to the Gayatri prayer moksa in that land.

Gayatri seemed pensive throughout the journey, seeing his struggle to return to the land of earth made him unable to choose to retreat. His heart and soul began to doubt. Moments later a headache attacked him, Gayatri guessed the weather changes that made his condition worse.

“Find me a place to stay, I want to rest for a while,” pinta Gayatri.

His witness scrunched his forehead. What is this demand, obviously they are in the middle of the wilderness. It was impossible to find an inn while a portion of the village was rumored to have been empty. 

The witness made the decision without speaking to Gayatri.the woman was massaging her head slowly. They came to one of the houses that seemed to have not been abandoned long ago. The soldiers who came with them were partly on guard, partly along with his Saksenya foraging for food. Gayatri was left lying among the haystacks near the kitchen with the maid who was with them.

“Which other?” gayatri asked as she brushed off the straw covering her face.

Anjali, the servant who was coming with them immediately approached towards Gayatri helping Gayatri lean.

“Soldiers are guarding around this place, master and the rest are heading towards the forest looking for anything that can be eaten,” whispered Anjali.

“For the Queen's sake, for our safety until the noble comes home not allowed to light a fire or do activities. We can only stay and hide, if we are forced to leave here we have to leave a sign,” explained Anjali.

Before Gayatri asked, Anjali resumed her explanation.

“Warriors guarding outside, being among the thickets so as not to look conspicuous. They're stalking this house from a pretty safe distance. We have a little. We are not only responsible to you but also to ourselves,” whispered Anjali, her eyes moving watching the side of the room. His ears were focused on hearing the sounds outside.

“Then how do you recognize the king and his entourage?” tanya Gayatri whispered back

“We have a special sign,” Anjali replied briefly.

Gayatri observes Anjali. He didn't expect it to put great people around him.

“Are you a bangswan?” ask Gayatri

Anjali was silent for a moment, she shifted away from Gayatri. At first Gayatri felt her servant was disrespectful to the queen, but eventually realized the servant had no right to talk about his personal problems. Gayatri again observed Anjali, the girl who was probably two years older on top of her, had pretty brown eyes. His black hair was cut to a shoulder, his skin looked brownish his arms looked filled. Gayatri could see the protruding veins between her wrists. 

She must be a great woman, inner Gayatri is calm