Outcast of Gor Chapter Forty (Final Chapter)

 

Destiny is all. Those words would come to haunt and shape my life over the days, weeks and months that followed. I would be dragged into the Argentum/Corcyrus war as an unwitting participant, and I would see it through to the end, and all because a young girl looked at me in awe and respect, as if I was her saviour. 

 

Destiny is all. 

 

She spoke the words and meant them. 

 

“Lady, you have an overly inflated opinion of me. I was simply in the right place at the right time, and I was lucky.”

 

“Destiny is all,” she said again. “Please walk with me, Sir.”

 

And so I did. I should have turned round, said my farewells, and gone back to the market to reclaim my slaves. I should have enjoyed my life in Corcyrus, and had nothing more to do with war, politics, or the innocent young daughter of the Tatrix. 

 

You will probably think me a fool for what follows.

Outcast of Gor Chapter Thirty Nine

 

I suppose I must have looked surprised.

 

The Tatrix certainly seemed amused by my reaction to her walking into the dining hall this morning. 

 

“You’re staring,” she remarked as she walked idly towards a side table on which an array of breakfast foods were laid out in presentation style. The table was covered with a brightly woven cloth, and on top of it there were golden platters, gleaming bowls, and ornate plates, each one filled with a different delicacy. The centre of the table boasted a platter of freshly baked bread, still warm from the oven, its crust golden and crispy, while next to it I could take my pick from bowls of rich, creamy yoghurt, topped with a swirl of honey and garnished with fresh mint leaves. And besides that, begging to be tasted, a plate of ripe, juicy fruit - figs, dates, and oranges - adding a burst of colour as well as flavour to the table.