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This is a nice but strange song. It's strange because is a mix of three cultures. The instrumental music is the one of an old traditional English song: "Scarborough Fair". The lyrics are, however, completely different and the song is written in Galician language (very similar to Portuguese). It is a song by Luar na Lubre, a Galician folk band whose name means "Moonlight in the Celts' sacred forest" And in this performance, that took place during the celebration of the 25 years from the creation of the band, then invited to Diana Navarro, who is an Andalusian singer (Southern Peninsular Spain). These are the three cultures: English, Galician and Andalusian.

The interesting fact is that the instruments are similar to the ones of Celtic music (you can see a Galician pipes, for instance), but Diana, the girl who sings the first one, does interpret in the style of Southern Spain, specially about minute 2:20 and when she ends the song. These are the best parts in my opinion.

The video includes a translation, but it has some errors. A better translation is here:… And here is the video. Enjoy!

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After having passed the girl who sat, Loztu went nearer the sea in order to see better one of the galleons that were anchored in the distance. He walked more slowly and gazed the huge ship until a woman that had stopped behind him, told:

"Excuse me. You are a Hakol, aren't you?"

When he turned back, Loztu saw to the same girl that was sat under the arcades. And she was the first Govrian woman that seemed to him really gorgeous. She had a golden long hair that reached until her shoulders. She also had a stunningly beautiful dark blue eyes and a very fair skin. She was slender, but she did not seem to be starving, and he thought that she was a bit taller than other Govrian women. She wore a dress with a very low-cut neckline, although it was not as skimpy as the prostitutes' ones. He answered, fearing of the girl were another prostitute:

"You are right, madam"

Her way of talking had attracted his attention. He could understand her more easily than to other Govrians because she talked slowly and lengthening a bit the vowels. She smiled before answering, and Loztu thought that she had a beautiful smile.

"You're the first Hakol that I see. How interesting!" She looked at him for a while and told: "Please, don't call me 'madam'. What's your name?"

"Loztu, ma..."

"Do you shake hands in your country for greeting?"

In the Republic, shaking hands was the greeting way used by men. An unknown Hakol woman greeted with a kiss in the cheek that the men had to receive without moving: it would be a scandal to kiss a girl in the cheek if she was not a member of the man's family. Loztu knew that the Govrians used to shake hands, no matter if they were men or women. By this, he answered "yes". The girl tended him her hand, bended a bit for shaking it and told:

"Nice to meet you, Loztu"

The girl put a hand to her chest and Loztu followed it with his eyes without noticing. Instead of cover herself, she held her bodice and, for a moment, he had a magnificent sight of her cleavage. He blushed and averted his eyes, ashamed because he had enjoyed a lot her exhibition. The girl stood up and, after smiling again, told:

"And why did you come to Albe? Are you a trader?"

He remembered Nogare's warning, but Loztu supposed that the policeman was talking about men only. A woman, even if she was so tall, could not represent a danger. And that one, in addition, only seemed to be curious. By this, he told:

"No, I am just passing through. I want to board towards the mainland."

"Were you looking at the ships by that, Loztu? Then, follow me."

Loztu followed her along a sinuous path, between stacks of goods that the girl walked with confidence. She stopped close to the water and when he arrived, he realised that they were in the place where one could see the nearest of the galleons in the best way. He gazed for a while the ship until the Govrian girl told, without averting her eyes from the ship:

"It's gorgeous, isn't it? Some day, I will have a ship like that and I will know all the seas and all the continents."

That desire seemed strange to him, but he told nothing just to be polite, and they continued gazing at the galleon. Loztu did not know what that Govrian woman expected from him, and he still feared of being asked money. Although he considered her as a really gorgeous woman, he was not interested in establishing a friendship with her and much less to seduce her. However, it would not be very typical of a Hakol man demanding her to go away, so he tried to farewell her in a polite way.

"It was a pleasure to talk with you, but I must go now."

"Where do you go? May I take you for a while, Loztu? Unfortunately, I've nothing to do."

He found no pretext for refusing, so they went away together. Suddenly, the girl touched his shoulder and told:

"Look at these three guys, Loztu. Surely, they come from Halsava. Let me verify."

She was talking about three brown-haired men, whose skin was a little bit darker that Govrians' one and that wore black waistcoats and white shirts and breeches. The Govrian girl shouted a phrase in a language unknown for Loztu and one of the sailors answered in the same language. The girl laughed and waved her arm. She told another phrase and both went away. When they left the full of goods area, the Govrian girl told him:

"I'll confess you something, Loztu. I only know in Halsavian language the words that you've just heard, and I learnt them a week ago. I allowed a sailor from there to invite me to a jug of wine and he taught them to me. Something very bad had happened to me and I needed the wine."

Loztu did not know why an unknown woman told that to him. He thought that, perhaps, she wanted to be invited to wine again. For politeness, he asked:

"What did happen to you?"

"Don't be concerned, it's over." And after being quiet for a moment, she told: "Where do you go, Loztu? You haven’t told me."

"To the goldsmiths' street"

"Ah, that's cool, Loztu! Are you going to buy some jewel? Is it for your fiancée?"

He thought that the girl was a bit prying, but Hakol courtesy forced him to conceal that feeling, so he answered:

"In fact, I would wish to sell a pendant."

The girl stopped him staying in front of him and bending in a way in which her face was located only a few inches above Loztu's face. She told him with a smile:

"A Hakol jewel! It must be so beautiful... Can I see it, Loztu? Please."

He did not like the idea, but he found no reason for refusing. He put his hand into the doublet and showed to her the pendant opening the hand and putting the jewel closer to her face. She surprised Loztu when, without telling anything, got the pendant and stood up for examining it. She held the chain with a hand and the jewel with the other one. She seemed ravished by his mother's pendant.

"Loztu, it's really beautiful. I'd never seen anything similar."

She smiled, turned her head for a moment and continued gazing the pendant a little more. She looked at Loztu with a very slight smile and, suddenly, started running. She took her mother's jewel, his most valued belonging. After a moment of confusion, he reacted and ran after her, shouting:

"She is stealing from me! Capture her!"

Loztu ran as fast as he could, but Govrian girl's legs were very long and she gained ground. Fortunately, she entered in a crowded street. The girl and Loztu had to dodge passers-by, and that was easier for him, due to his smaller size. Nobody tried to stop her because, or they ignored him or they reacted too late. The thief rounded a corner and entered in a narrow and empty street. She gained ground again, but when she entered into a street with a lot of stalls, Loztu came nearer to her, shouting all the time.

At last, a boy tried to stop her. He grabbed her by an arm and Loztu almost captured her. In the last moment, the thief girl broke free from the boy slapping him. Loztu thanked the boy and continued chasing her. The thief turned her head for a moment and opened a lot her eyes when she saw him at only seven feet from her. She ran faster, but she sideswiped with a girl. She stumbled along, hit a barrel and she was about to fall. Unfortunately for Loztu, she was really nimble and avoided to fall holding herself to a stall. That sideswipe had delayed her and Loztu could grab her skirt. Without stopping to run, the Govrian girl waved her dress for breaking free and shouted:

"Let go of me, lousy Hakol!"

She floored him with a stronger pull to her skirt. Loztu rolled until he hit a stall in the other side of the street. He stood up quickly, but the thief had gained too much ground. Although he was very used to exercise, he panted due to the effort. A carriage that went towards slowly from a side street blocked the thief's path. He thought that she was already trapped, but despite the side of the carriage reached her chest, the Govrian girl climbed easily and jumped at the other side. Loztu regained ground because he only needed to bend himself a little for crossing below the carriage.

Loztu felt angst when they arrived to a square as big as Lanittile Square. The thief had nobody who slowed her down and nobody was enough close for trying to capture her, so she left him behind. The girl entered in another crowded street and, although he ran as quickly as possible, he lost sight of her. Desperately, about to start crying, he begged in a loud voice:

"I have been robbed! Did you see a girl to pass running?"

People looked at him, but after that, they ignored him. He was panting, but he could not breathe due to a lump in his throat. He had lost his most valued belonging. And his desperation turned in hope when a Govrian man, who strolled hand in hand with a woman, told him in a low voice:

"She entered in that street, the one in the right."

In Koltu, they had taken with him for helping besides giving him the information, but he was not in Hakol. Loztu thanked him and ran towards the street he had been told. The street turned left in a straight angle and when he turned the corner, he stopped immediately. The thief girl stood at fifteen feet from him, with the back in the wall, panting and putting something in her cleavage. Although she could lose track of him, she had hidden in a dead end street that was also narrow. When the Govrian girl saw him, surprise and anger appeared in her face. Loztu stopped panting a bit and could say:

"Return me the pendant!"

The thief girl went backwards two steps, looked behind her and, when she faced him again, answered, panting:

"Lousy Hakol. Don't you ever give up?"

"Give me the pendant!"

They gave each other some time for stopping panting. The girl started the gesture of recover something from her cleavage, but closed her fist and told:

"I just got tired of this! I won't return it to you; it was a clean theft!"

He came forward as the thief stepped back.

"It is mine! Give it to me!"

The girl tried to bypass him by his left side, but Loztu blocked her way. And she threw a frontal kick aimed to his head, with deadly quickness. Loztu only could interpose both arms, a defence that he considered too ineffective. However, the kick was weak and he only had to come back a couple of steps for maintaining balance. The girl threw another quick but weak kick to his side that he blocked with no problems and Loztu could block her path again. The thief seemed more concerned about flooring him and escaping that in hurting him, but Loztu became really upset. Hakol males hatred to strike a woman, but he could not permit that anybody hit him and rob him. Besides, as the girl was Govrian, he thought that striking her would be not so shameful. He let her to throw a third kick, that he dodged, and when she was moving the raised leg for setting the foot again in the ground, he came close to her and threw an upwards punch with all his strength in her belly.

The thief groaned, bent down and fell on her knees. She set the head on the ground and held her belly with a hand. He heard her coughing and when he realised that she tried to stand up, he floored her completely pushing her. He gave no opportunity to her. The girl lied on her back for a moment and Loztu jumped on her. He sat astraddle on her stomach, grabbed the thumb of her right hand, twisted her hand as much as he could for immobilizing the arm without damaging her and raised his fist. He did not want to continue hitting her, but he would do if she tried to do something. The thief covered her chin and her throat with her left arm, in a strange defensive stance, because she kept the forearm stretched.

And Loztu, astonished, lowered his fist when he realised that the Govrian girl was crying. And she told:

"No, no."

She felt pity about her, due to see her crying as a little girl. He opened his hand and told:

"Return me the pendant!"

The girl nodded and, without stopping crying, put her left hand in her cleavage, recovered the pendant and she left it in his hand. Loztu felt a great relief for having recovered it without be forced to beat her harshly. Still crying, she told:

"Please, let me go"

The Govrian girl had her free hand on her chest and it was obvious that she was not willing to continue fighting. Loztu doubted for a while; his responsibility was taking her to the police and reporting her for not letting her to rob again, but she felt moved for her bitter crying. He had only seen a woman crying once: in her mother's burial. And that day he felt so wrecked that he hardly realised. He surprised about feeling so much compassion for seeing crying to that wretch. The thief insisted:

"I've returned the pendant to you. Please, let me go."

He thought that he had nothing to earn if he took that poor girl to the police. In fact, he had been returned the pendant and the delinquency in Albe was not his problem. So he stood up, freed her and went away for avoiding receiving a kick. Then he told:

"All right, go."

The Govrian girl sat up with her back towards him. She remained sat for a while, crying and shuddering and, finally, she stood up, got a handkerchief and went away without looking at him. Loztu decided to wait for a time, in order to avoid bumping again with her. And he started to realise that something seemed to be wrong. He had hit her with all his strength, but he thought that she did not cry so bitterly only because of the strike. She seemed to be an adult, but, perhaps, she were too young, almost a little girl, or perhaps, going to jail was terrifying for her. However, the strangest fact was still how weak her kicks were. A woman as twice as tall than him that landed a so quick and precise kick on him should have damaged Loztu seriously.

He stopped to concern about the thief girl and thought about his following actions. Due to that chase, he had no idea about the part of the city where he was. Also, running so much had exhausted him. He felt tired in the morning, after marching from the Dyke to Albe, so he decided to return to the Inn, resting and going out the following morning. After waiting a little more, he left the alley and returned to the street where he lost sight of the thief girl. He resolved to walk in one of the directions of the street and looking for some Govrian who did not feel too much contempt about him and wanted to explain him how to return to Lanittile Square.
Chapter IX: The thief girl
At last, my two main characters, Loztu and Neivria, meet each other. I will not comment a lot about the plot because some things that happen are explained in the next chapter, so I can't talk about them in this moment. I only remind to you that I love twisting clichés, so something that Neivria does at the end is due to something not very usual.

This chapter explain some facts about Neivria's and Loztu's personalities. One of them is that it's a bad idea underestimate to Loztu. Other one is that Neivria loves acting.

I would not read the text below until I had read the chapter :)


Something that supposed a lot time for documentation is a thing that only a Physicist (and I am one of them) would consider. That thing is: which would it be the running speed of a 3' person compared with the one of an average height person? The answer is really complex. The only models that I found were some models used for estimate the speed of dinosaurs. Such models are very rough, because they model the leg of a dinosaur as a cilinder, although I must confess that the calculations (purely based in Physics) with more refinated models would be extremely complex.

However, these models gave me some clues. The longer a leg is, the longer the step is, but a longer leg tends to open in a bit narrower angle and the rate of the steps is lower. That is, a leg that is as half as long that another one produces steps that are longer that the half of the step of the longer leg. And the number of steps by minute is bigger in a shorter leg. I also took into account that children can walk at the same speed thatn adults, but they get tired soon.

My conclusions are the following: a Hakol can run at almost the same speed than a Govrian, but he can not maintain that speed for a long time. In a straight line, a Govrian with the same training that a Hakol will let of him after about 10 seconds. But if changes of direction, jumping or climbing are needed, the lower center of gravity of a Hakol is an advantage. Another advantage of a Hakol is the fact that the height increases with the third power of the height, but the strength increases with the second power of the height, that is, in comparison with his or her weight, a Hakol is stronger than a Govrian: a Hakol could have the half part of the strength of a Govrian, but a Hakol weights a third part. I have used all this here.

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Tras haber rebasado a la chica que había visto sentada, Loztu se acercó al mar para contemplar mejor uno de los galeones fondeados a lo lejos. Caminó más despacio y miró absorto el buque gigantesco hasta que una mujer, a su espalda, le dijo:

—Perdona. Eres un hakol, ¿verdad?

Cuando se volvió, Loztu vio a la chica que estaba sentada bajo los soportales. Y fue la primera govriana que le pareció guapa de verdad. Tenía una melena dorada hasta los hombros, unos ojos azules oscuros preciosos y la piel muy blanca. Era esbelta, pero no tenía aspecto de pasar hambre y le pareció un poco más alta que las otras govrianas. El vestido que llevaba tenía bastante escote, aunque menos que los de las prostitutas. Temiendo que la chica fuera otra ramera, respondió:

—Así es, señora.

Le había llamado la atención su manera de hablar. Le costaba menos trabajo entenderla que a otros govrianos porque hablaba despacio y alargando un poco las vocales. La sonrisa que la muchacha le dirigió antes de responder le pareció preciosa.

—Eres el primero que veo. ¡Qué interesante! —Le miró unos instantes y dijo—: no me trates de "señora", por favor. ¿Cómo te llamas?

—Loztu, se...

—¿En tu país os saludáis dando la mano?

En Hakol se saludaban así los hombres. El saludo de una desconocida era un beso en la mejilla que el hombre debía recibir muy quieto: sería un escándalo besar en la mejilla a una mujer hakol que no fuera de la familia. Loztu sabía que los govrianos solían darse la mano, ya fueran hombres o mujeres, por tanto, le dijo que sí. La muchacha le tendió la mano, se inclinó para estrechársela y le dijo:

—Encantada de conocerte, Loztu.

La joven se llevó la otra mano al pecho y Loztu la siguió con la vista sin pretenderlo. En vez de cubrise, se sujetó el corpiño y, por un instante, Loztu tuvo una visión espléndida de su escote. Se ruborizó y retiró la vista, avergonzado por haber disfrutado mucho de aquella exhibición. La chica se alzó y tras otra sonrisa le dijo:

—¿Y por qué has venido a Albe? ¿Eres un comerciante?

Recordó la advertencia de aquel policía, Nogare, pero supuso que se refería solo a los hombres. Una mujer, aunque fuera tan alta, no podía suponer ningún peligro. Y aquella, además, sólo parecía sentir curiosidad. Por ello, le dijo:

—No. Sólo estoy de paso. Quiero embarcar hacia el continente.

—¿Por eso estabas mirando los barcos, Loztu? Entonces, sígueme.

Loztu la siguió por un camino sinuoso entre pilas de cajas de mercancías que la chica recorría con seguridad. Se detuvo al borde del agua y cuando llegó a su lado, comprobó que era el sitio desde donde mejor se veía uno de los galeones. Miró unos instantes el navío hasta que la govriana dijo, sin apartar la vista del barco:

—Es precioso, ¿verdad? Algún día tendré un barco como ese y conoceré todos los mares y todos los continentes.

Le pareció extraño ese anhelo, pero no dijo nada por educación y siguieron contemplando el barco. Loztu no sabía qué deseaba de él aquella govriana, y seguía temiendo que le pidiera dinero. Por muy guapa que le pareciera, no tenía interés en trabar amistad con ella y, mucho menos, en seducirla, sin embargo, no sería propio de un hakol exigirle, sin más, que se fuera, así que intentó despedirse con educación.

—Ha sido un placer hablar contigo, pero debo irme.

—¿Adónde vas? ¿Puedo acompañarte un rato, Loztu? Por desgracia no tengo nada que hacer.

No encontró una excusa para negarse, así que se alejaron juntos de allí. De pronto, la chica le tocó el hombro y le dijo:

—Mira a esos tres, Loztu. Seguro que vienen de Halsava. Deja que lo compruebe.

Se refería a tres hombres de cabello castaño, piel un poco más morena que la de los govrianos y que vestían chalecos negros y calzas y camisas blancas. La govriana gritó una frase en una lengua que Loztu desconocía y uno de los marineros respondió en el mismo idioma. Su acompañante se rio y, agitando un brazo, dijo otra frase y Lotzu y ella se alejaron. Cuando abandonaron la zona llena de mercancías, la govriana le dijo:

—Te contaré un secreto, Loztu. Sólo sé en halsavo lo que has oído y lo aprendí hará una semana. Me lo enseñó un marinero de allí al que le permití invitarme a una jarra de vino. Acababa de pasarme algo muy malo, y lo necesitaba.

Loztu no sabía por qué una desconocida le contaba aquello. Pensó que quizá quería que él la invitara a más vino. Por educación, preguntó:

—¿Qué te ocurrió?

—No te preocupes, ya pasó—. Y tras callar un instante, añadió—: ¿adónde vas, Loztu? No me lo has dicho.

—A la calle de los orfebres.

—¡Ah, qué bien, Loztu! ¿Vas a comprar alguna joya? ¿Para tu novia?

Le pareció un tanto entrometida, pero la cortesía hakol le obligaba a no manifestarlo, así que respondió:

—En realidad, lo que quiero es vender un colgante.

La chica le detuvo poniéndose delante e inclinándose hasta que su rostro estuvo sólo un poco más arriba que el de Loztu, y le dijo con una sonrisa.

—¡Una joya hakol! Tiene que ser preciosa. ¿Puedo verla, Loztu? Por favor.

No le hacía mucha gracia, pero no vio motivo para negarse. Introdujo la mano en el jubón y le enseñó el colgante abriendo la mano y acercándoselo al rostro. Sin ningún reparo, para sorpresa de Loztu, lo cogió y se incorporó para examinarlo, sujetando la cuerda con una mano y la joya con la otra. Embelesada con el colgante de su madre, dijo:

—Loztu, es precioso. No había visto nada parecido.

Le miró sonriente, volvió la cabeza un instante y siguió observando el colgante un poco más. Miró a Loztu con una sonrisa muy leve y, de pronto, echó a correr. Se llevaba la joya que había pertenecido a su madre, su posesión más preciada. Tras un momento de confusión, reaccionó y corrió tras ella gritando:

—¡Me están robando! ¡Atrápenla!

Loztu corrió con todas sus fuerzas, pero la govriana tenía las piernas muy largas y le ganaba terreno. Por suerte, entró en una calle concurrida. La ladrona tenía que esquivar viandantes, lo que a Loztu le era más fácil por ser más pequeño. Nadie intentaba detenerla porque, o ni le miraban o reaccionaban demasiado tarde. La chica dobló una esquina y entró en una calle estrecha y vacía. Volvió a alejarse, pero cuando estuvo en una calle llena de puestos, Loztu se le acercó, sin dejar de gritar.

Por fin, un muchacho intentó detenerla. La agarró de un brazo y Loztu casi consiguió alcanzarla, pero en el último momento, se liberó a guantazos. Loztu le dio las gracias al joven y siguió con la persecución. La ladrona volvió la vista un instante y abrió mucho los ojos cuando le vio correr a apenas un par de metros de ella. Apretó el paso, pero aquel gesto la hizo chocar de refilón con otra chica. Trastabilló, impactó contra un barril y casi acabó en el suelo. Por desgracia para Loztu, era muy ágil y evitó caer agarrándose a un tenderete. Pero gracias a aquello, Loztu la cogió de la falda. Sin dejar de correr, la govriana agitó el vestido para liberarse y gritó:

—¡Suéltame, maldito hakol!

Con un tirón de falda más fuerte, le derribó y Loztu rodó hasta un tenderete del otro lado. Se levantó con rapidez, pero la ladrona le sacaba bastante ventaja. Aunque estaba acostumbrado al ejercicio, Loztu jadeaba por el esfuerzo. Un carro que avanzaba despacio desde una calle lateral le cortó el paso a la ladrona. Creyó que ya estaba atrapada, pero aunque el carro le llegaba hasta el pecho, la govriana trepó con facilidad y saltó por el otro lado. Loztu le ganó terreno, ya que él sólo tuvo que agacharse un poco para pasar por debajo.

Para angustia de Loztu, llegaron a una plaza tan grande como la plaza Lanittile y sin que nadie la entorpeciera ni estuviera lo bastante cerca como para intentar capturarla, consiguió dejarle atrás. Vio que entró en otra calle concurrida, corrió hasta allí, pero le perdió la pista. Desesperado, a punto de echarse a llorar, suplicó a gritos:

—¡Me han robado! ¿Han visto pasar a una chica corriendo?

Nadie le hizo caso, aparte de mirarle. Jadeaba por la carrera, pero lo que no le dejaba respirar era un nudo en la garganta. Había perdido el colgante de su madre que más apreciaba su padre. Y su desesperación se transformó en esperanza cuando un govriano, que paseaba de la mano de una mujer, le dijo en voz baja.

—Ha entrado en esa calle, la de la derecha.

En Koltu, no sólo le habrían indicado por donde se había ido, habrían ido con él para ayudarle, pero no estaban en Hakol. Loztu le dio las gracias y corrió hacia donde le habían dicho. La calle giraba a la izquierda en ángulo recto y cuando dobló la esquina, se paró en seco. La ladrona estaba a unos cinco metros de él, con la espalda en la pared, jadeando y guardándose algo en el escote. Aunque había logrado despistarle, acabó escondiéndose en un callejón sin salida y que, además, era estrecho. Cuando la govriana le vio, en su rostro se mezclaron la sorpresa y la rabia. Loztu recobró el aliento lo suficiente como para decir:

—¡Devuélveme el colgante!

La ladrona retrocedió dos pasos, miró hacia atrás y al volverse, respondió entre jadeos:

—Maldito hakol. ¿No te rindes nunca?

—¡Dame el colgante!

Se concedieron mutuamente un tiempo para dejar de jadear. La muchacha inició el gesto de llevarse la mano al escote, pero cerró el puño y respondió:

—¡Ya estoy harta! ¡No te lo voy a dar, ha sido un robo limpio!

Avanzó mientras la ladrona retrocedía e insistió:

—¡Es mío! ¡Dámelo!

Intentó rebasarle por su derecha, pero Loztu se interpuso. Y con una rapidez letal, la chica le lanzó una patada frontal dirigida a la cabeza. Loztu sólo pudo interponer ambos brazos, una defensa que iba a ser insuficiente. Sin embargo, el golpe fue débil y le bastó con retroceder un par de pasos para mantener el equilibrio. La ladrona le lanzó otra patada igual de rápida y débil en el costado, que detuvo sin problemas y no le impidió evitar otro intento de fuga. La govriana parecía más interesada en derribarle y salir corriendo que en hacerle daño, pero Loztu se enfureció. Pocas cosas despreciaba más un hakol que pegarle a una mujer, pero no iba a permitir que nadie le robase y le golpease. Además, tratándose de una govriana, no sería tan vergonzoso. La dejó lanzar una tercera patada, que esquivó, y cuando recogía la pierna, se pegó a ella con rapidez y le lanzó un puñetazo hacia arriba con todas sus fuerzas en el vientre.

La ladrona gimió, se dobló y cayó de rodillas, con la cabeza en el suelo y una mano en el estómago. La oyó toser y al ver que intentaba levantarse, la derribó de un empujón. No le dio la menor oportunidad. La chica quedó un instante boca arriba y Loztu se le echó encima. Se sentó a horcajadas sobre su estómago, le agarró el pulgar de la mano derecha, le retorció la muñeca lo justo para inmovilizársele el brazo sin lastimarla y alzó el puño. No quería seguir pegándole, pero lo haría si intentaba algo. La ladrona se cubría la barbilla y la garganta con el brazo izquierdo, en un gesto defensivo raro porque mantenía el antebrazo atrasado y estirado.

Y Loztu, desconcertado, bajó el brazo cuando comprobó que la govriana estaba llorando. Y la oyó decir:

—No, no.

Llegó a sentir lástima por ella al verla llorar como una niña. Extendió la mano y le dijo:

—Devuélveme el colgante.

La govriana asintió y, sin dejar de llorar, se metió la mano izquierda en el escote, sacó el colgante y se lo puso en la palma. Loztu sintió un gran alivio al haberlo recuperado sin necesidad de darle una paliza a aquella ladrona. Entre lágrimas, la joven le dijo:

—Deja que me vaya.

La govriana había dejado la mano libre sobre el pecho y era evidente que no tenía intención de seguir peleando. Loztu dudó un instante, pensando en que su obligación era entregarla a la policía y denunciarla para que no siguiera robando, pero le conmovía mucho verla llorar. Solamente había visto hacer lo propio a una mujer en una ocasión: en el entierro de su madre, y aquel día estaba tan destrozado casi ni lo advirtió. Le sorprendía sentirse tan conmovido por las lágrimas de aquella sinvergüenza. La chica insistió:

—Te he devuelto tu colgante. Déjame ir, por favor.

Se planteó que no iba a ganar nada llevando a aquella infeliz ante la justicia y que, en todo caso, habiendo recuperado el colgante, la delincuencia en Albe no era problema suyo. Así que se levantó, la soltó, se alejó para que no fuera a darle otra patada y le dijo:

—De acuerdo. Vete.

La govriana se incorporó y se sentó de espaldas a él. Siguió sentada unos instantes, llorando y temblando y, al fin, se puso de pie, se sacó un pañuelo y se fue sin mirarle ni una vez. Loztu decidió esperar un rato para no volver a encontrársela. Y se quedó pensando en que algo no encajaba. Le había pegado con ganas, pero dudaba que le hubiera causado daño suficiente como para hacerla llorar con tanta amargura. Aunque tenía cuerpo de mujer, quizá fuese muy joven, casi una niña, o quizá le tuviera mucho miedo a ir a la cárcel. Sin embargo, lo más raro fue la poca fuerza con que ella le había golpeado. Una mujer el doble de alta que él que le había alcanzado con una patada de frente tan rápida y precisa tendría que haberle hecho mucho daño.

Dejó de preocuparse de la ladrona y pensó en lo que iba a hacer. Por culpa de aquella persecución, no tenía ni idea de la parte de la ciudad donde se encontraba. Además, la carrera le había dejado agotado, lo que unido al cansancio de toda una mañana de marcha le hizo decidirse por regresar a la posada, descansar y salir temprano al día siguiente. Así, tras un tiempo prudencial, abandonó el callejón y volvió a la calle donde había perdido a la ladrona. Decidió avanzar en una de sus direcciones y buscar a algún govriano que no le despreciara y quisiera decirle cómo volver a la plaza Lanittile.
Capitulo IX: La ladrona
Y, al fin, mis dos protagonistas, Loztu y Neivria, se conocen. No comentaré mucho de la trama porque hay cosas que pasan que explico en el capítulo siguiente, y no puedo hablar de ellas ahora. Solo recordaros que me gusta retorcer chichés, así que algo que hace Neivria al final tiene un motivo que no es el habitual.

Este capítulo sirve para avanzar muchas cosas en lo que respecta a la caracterización de personajes. Una de ellas es que subestimar a Loztu no es una buena idea. Otra que a Neivria le gusta actuar.

Esto de abajo no lo leería hasta después de leer el capítulo :)


Algo que me llevó mucho esfuerzo de documentación es algo que sólo un físico, que es lo que soy al fin y al cabo, se plantearía. Y es que: ¿a qué velocidad correría una persona que mide poco más de 90 centímetros, en comparación con una persona de estatura promedio? La respuesta es muy compleja. Los únicos modelos que encontré son unos que se utilizan para calcular la velocidad de los dinosaurios. Tales modelos son un tanto burdos, ya que modelan la pierna de un dinosaurio como un cilindro, aunque he de confesar que hacer los cálculos (puramente de física) con modelos más exactos es de una complejidad muy grande.

Esos modelos, sin embargo, me dieron varias pistas. La mayor longitud de una pierna implica una mayor zancada, pero una pierna más larga, normalmente, se abre en un ángulo un poco menor y la cadencia de las zancadas es inferior. O sea, una pierna que tenga la mitad de longitud implica zancadas que son más que la mitad de la zancada de una pierna larga y el número de zancadas por minuto es mayor. También tuve en cuenta que los niños son capaces de mantener el ritmo de marcha de los adultos, lo que sucede es que se cansan antes.

Las conclusiones a las que he llegado son las siguientes: un hakol puede correr casi a la misma velocidad que un govriano, pero puede mantener esa velocidad punta durante mucho menos tiempo que un govriano, porque se ve obligado a aumentar mucho el ritmo y a incrementar la zancada. En línea recta, un govriano con el mismo entrenamiento que un hakol dejará atrás al primero después de unos diez segundos, pero cuando sean necesarios cambios de dirección, o saltar o trepar por terreno escarpado, el hecho de que los hakol tienen el centro de gravedad mucho más bajo, les da ventaja. Otra ventaja de un hakol es que mientras que el peso aumenta con la altura al cubo, la fuerza aumenta al cuadrado, o sea, en proporción a su peso, un hakol es mucho más fuerte: un hakol podrá tener la mitad de fuerza que un govriano, pero pesa tres veces menos. He usado todo esto aquí.

El capítulo anterior está aquí:…

The version in English is here:…
Merry Christmas to everyone by Imageshr
Merry Christmas to everyone
As tomorrow is the Christmas Dinner, I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Enjoy.

Now, in Spanish.

Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo a todos los que me leen por aquí. Pasadlo muy bien.
Govrian people by Imageshr
Govrian people
Govrians are usually blond and blue eyed. The Govrians are very fair skinned and their appearance is similar to the one of nordic people. They are rather tall: average men's height is between 5' 11" and 6', and women's average height is between 5' 8" and 5' 9". By that, this girl in the picture is a good example of the kind of people that you would find if you strolled through the streets of Albe or Artigovia. Also, I liked this photo because in some celebrations, Govrian women wear garlands made with flowers.

In general, Govrians are friendly and polite, but they are usually reserved. They will not show effusiveness to you at the first moment, but a correct and serious politeness, although they use to be not very formal in their way of addressing others. When you have gained their trust or their respect, they will want to eat with you, what will imply a funny meal, that is, a relaxed talk with some jokes and laughs.

The way in which they treat Hakol individuals changes from person to person. Some Govrians treat the Hakols in a correct way, but a lot of Govrians do not hide the contempt they feel about them.

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Los govrianos suelen ser rubios y de ojos azules. Tienen la piel muy blanca y su aspecto es similar al de los pueblos nórdicos. Son bastante altos: la estatura media de los varones está entre 1,80 y 1,83 metros y la talla promedio de las mujeres se halla entre 1,73 y 1,75 metros. Por eso, la chica de la fotografía es un buen ejemplo de la gente que te encontrarías si paseases por las calles de Albe o de Artigovia. También me ha gustado esta foto porque, en ciertas fiestas, las mujeres govrianas lucen guirnaldas de flores.

En general, los govrianos son agradables y educado, pero suelen ser algo reservados. No resultan efusivos al principio, sino que parecen dotados de una cortesía correcta pero seria, aunque tienden a no ser muy formales cuando se dirigen a los demás. Si te has ganado su respeto o su confianza, querrán comer contigo, lo que implica una velada divertida que incluirá una charla distendida con unas cuantas bromas y risas.

La manera en que tratan a los hakol cambia según la persona. Algunos govrianos tratan a los hakol con corrección, pero muchos otros no ocultan el desprecio que sienten hacia ellos.
This is a nice but strange song. It's strange because is a mix of three cultures. The instrumental music is the one of an old traditional English song: "Scarborough Fair". The lyrics are, however, completely different and the song is written in Galician language (very similar to Portuguese). It is a song by Luar na Lubre, a Galician folk band whose name means "Moonlight in the Celts' sacred forest" And in this performance, that took place during the celebration of the 25 years from the creation of the band, then invited to Diana Navarro, who is an Andalusian singer (Southern Peninsular Spain). These are the three cultures: English, Galician and Andalusian.

The interesting fact is that the instruments are similar to the ones of Celtic music (you can see a Galician pipes, for instance), but Diana, the girl who sings the first one, does interpret in the style of Southern Spain, specially about minute 2:20 and when she ends the song. These are the best parts in my opinion.

The video includes a translation, but it has some errors. A better translation is here:… And here is the video. Enjoy!


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I will use this place to publish erotic tales. I am too shy for writting this kind of literature, so in this profile I will always remain annonymous.

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