A white dove flies in the sky between the clouds, stirring in the hearts. A beautiful meaning of freedom and reassurance. This dove lands on a branch of one of the trees, then a bold eagle swoops on it, tearing off its head, and the body of the dove falls down to the ground to be carried by one of the foxes and offered to his children.
The child wakes up from his place to wake the old man beside him. When the old man wakes up, he notices the disturbing features of the child and says to him: What is wrong with you, O Nasr, frowning and pessimistic today? Nasr says: O Uncle Zaid, it is a disturbing dream and incomprehensible as usual. Uncle Zaid and Nasr rise, carrying the wood, and move toward the house after deciding to return. On the road Nasr kept thinking and remembering his past with features showing signs of shock.
(Nasr speaks to himself): I was a strange and different child, I lived a childhood different from all children. My father named me Neshar and I was intelligent even though I did not go to school, I was self-taught and that is because my father used to tell me, unlike my brothers: If you go to school, the Nordian nobles will see you and kill you and us!
I did not know the reason. (Nasr said it)… (sound of birds singing)
On that summer day the sun decided to sneak outside the house and I wish I had not gone out. I played with the children who were of my age for the first time, for my father used to imprison me in the house and I stayed alone except my brothers. I felt as if I were an orphan. After I finished playing with my friends we got tired and decided to go to the river that passes through the lower cities in all the lands of Gardin. While I was taking off my clothes, I remembered something my father used to tell me, which is: Never take off your clothes in front of anyone. And indeed I remembered that I had a tattoo of two eagles facing each other bounded by a sword, and the strange thing is that it was a tattoo I was born with. While I was swimming, my father's dearest friend, Pirlo, saw me. He pulled me by the hand while I resisted to take me back home and told my father about everything I did. My father kept scolding me all day long for what I did and said in the last of his words: Praise and thanks be to God that none of the nobles saw you.
And while I was sleeping, the loud cries of my brothers disturbed me and woke me up. I rubbed my eyes. I looked from a small opening in the door to see a sight that shook my being and made me open my mouth and my pupils widen while I cried. In silence. I saw my father drowned in his blood, and around him a group of masked men wearing black as if they were a religious sect with a uniform robe. The only thing I did was cry and watch, I am unable to move. I was weak (sound of Nasr's crying that makes the stone weep). I was only watching, I am weak…
The sect asked my mother: Where is the Key of the East?
My mother said: I will not tell you, you scum of Gardin, you stabbers of honor and covenant. One of the sect stabbed a dagger into my mother's belly, and blood splattered onto the faces of my brothers and they kept staring in shock. They searched for the key of honor which my mother had hidden with me in the closet. When I found it, I went out from the window to my room, the key in my pocket, and I was thinking of the fate of my brothers. While I was running in the forest, I received a bullet from an unknown person and fell while I screamed. Suddenly, the land of Gardin all exploded. On that day Uncle Zaid saw me and took me to live with him and raise me and care for me, and in these years with him I learned a lot…
Uncle Zaid: Nasr! O Nasr! You have heated…
Nasr says in a low voice with features of calm and cunning on his face: Revenge…
Nasr and Uncle Zaid reach the door of the house, and before they enter the house Nasr says without looking at Uncle Zaid: Who are the nobles, O uncle?
Zaid says: Let us enter and talk about the matter.
When they entered the house, Uncle Zaid lit the wood and took out books from one of the drawers and sat at the table in front of Nasr and said: These are books and memoirs written by your father Bertolto. I will tell you from them.
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