The two, of similar ages, minds and souls, but different conditions, continued meeting after each class and talking about the marvelous wisdom they heard. Nepámir was attracted by the teachings on how the city worked and was ruled, while Káril’s thought was invaded by the desire to make music as beautiful as he was shown by the teacher. Ironically, their fate was to not perform their interests:
‘I love the sonority of the kólta*: nothing can stop my will to play and dance to its music. However, I wonder how the master is able to retain such an amount of air in his cheeks. Look how I failed today in trying to play it’ Káril complained.
‘I will not try what I cannot achieve’ Nepámir answered.
‘And yet you manage to escape everyday to attend an event in which you have no place.’
‘Yes, and? You are next to me, then you can surely say I can achieve it’ Nepámir said, covering his words with irony.
‘I did not need you to fool me more than I already have been today’ Káril replied, bothered.
‘I can just return to my highly honourable task of fishingboy. Why should I be meddling with the best of the society instead of filling the vacant space I am leaving these few moments?’
Káril remarked: ‘What sort of friend have I found in you? Yet your presence is more valuable than most people’s.’
‘Look, esteemed presence. You will not develop skill with only a try. I did not caught any prey in the sea for the first months, and I have not yet been able to get high valued products. Your noble breathe will need to grow in strength and length, as my arms are doing at this age’, explained Nepámir.
‘Népa, I am noble, as you mentioned. I cannot spend my time playing music. I will get the best kóltas in my meetings and celebrations, but that is not a path I can take myself.’
‘How is it that you will be so busy? What will you be labouring?’
‘It is not that. It is who I am. I am not a usual noble. At this point you maybe should know me, so you know the risk you are taking by interacting with me in these circumstances.’
‘I know who you are. You are Káril, someone I keep as dearest, whatever your origins are.’
‘I am Káril Hwéstale, Népa. My family has been ruling these lands for a century. My mother is Ánfre Hwéstale, who you surely know is the current Mórna of Matorélik**. I hope this explains my trouble with this matter, and that you keep secret who your friend is.’
‘In the same way I keep secret my presence here, so I will with your origins. May Vandel hear my oath.’
‘You are a nice person, Népa. You do not know what lies behind the curtains of power. You are hiding well, but be careful. Now that you know this, I will try to visit the fishing neighbourhood in a week. You will see me in an official parade, to which you must be discreet, but there will be a banquet, and I will escape from it. Two friends will come with me, wait for us in the Cliff and we will tell stories, speak about adventures, and how miserable our life actually is.’
‘So it shall be, milord’, Nepámir joked.
‘What, our meeting or our miserable life?’ Káril countered him with another joke.
‘I would argue for both.’
‘May you be forever damned, my dearest idiot. May we meet tomorrow again’, Káril ended.
*flute with a similar sound to the Peragian olo and the modern Shonerian bagpipe. It influenced in the creation of the latter.
**this being the chief of the Matorélik Alliance that ruled over most cities of the archipelago.