Chapter 14

Raising his hand, he greeted Francesco, who, for an implicit reason, had forced himself to get up at dawn.

He stopped sometimes to observe it.

In response, he received a heavy stare, which looked dubiously from head to toe.

He was sitting at a table, with his arms stretched out at his sides. He was concentrated, but not resorting to the use of an ordinary clock because he did not have one then, he would spend the morning studying, ignoring the time.

The very tense posture and the frowning expression on his face accentuated her feeling of being out of place and different from usual. His serenity had been replaced by a hint of insecurity that visibly disturbed him, giving him a slightly irritated air. The calculations he had made according to rigorous and precise formulas went against the laws of physics and were therefore incorrect.

Samuele, completely extraneous to the situation, wondered why he persisted in writing notes on a crumpled piece of paper, comparable to a receipt.

"Think about how best to do his job?"

He called him, several times.

Francesco remained silent, looking from behind his friend's shoulders to an indefinite point in the distance.

He had his head somewhere else, so much so that he continued in his intent.

He became aware of his presence only when he was almost on the point of continuing his journey.

He lifted his head absently, "Good work Samuele!" he exclaimed warmly, standing up.

He smiled and quickly went back into the house, probably to fulfill his duties, forgetting the paper.

He had readjusted the entire building, turning it into a forge, with an anvil, hammer, furnaces of all kinds.

During the day he went to the mine, equipped with torches and picks, wood, stone, workbench.

Before leaving, he looked at the stars, hoping to have some luck.

It was not a very distant place, good for obtaining raw iron and coal.

"Did she have an idea for his tools?"

Samuele was sure he wouldn't tell her or, at least, not right away.

He was someone who knew the fact about him: in the world, only he was able to understand his working patterns, his strategies, and his patents ...

Regardless of what had happened, Sam concentrated on his countless tasks, walking the path that led to the central square, where there was the well from which he drew good, clear water.

He took advantage of the shade offered by oak to rest.

Hooking a bucket to the rope, he lowered it down.

He filled up quickly, it was spectacular.

Once pulled on him, using the old pulley, he repeated the same actions with the other and loaded them on a stick that he carried transversely on his back, balancing the weight on both sides.

He woke up suddenly, his heartbeat racing. He ran into the square, remembering that the well was square in shape, its sides were four meters long and it was shallow, about the size of an arm.

The bucket dipped in water filled with a click. Subsequently, a cavity was formed in the liquid present in the well, which would be filled automatically.

It was an infinite source of water.

He was returning along the path he had walked, bringing water to his friends, not so much to drink it, he didn't feel the need for it, but to water the flowers and gardens.

He liked being in contact with Nature.

"Nature is my home", he often said.

The fresh smell of the earth lightened his heart and suddenly he found himself rolling happily up the side of a hill, which preceded the fields, getting dirty or running into the wind, spreading his arms, and tilting them simulating an airplane.

After having fun, he devoted himself to breeding, taking care of the animals in a stable and a sheepfold.

In the afternoon he went towards the river, he had lunch quietly sitting on the bank and after having digested, he entered the water.

Gaia was resting in the garden, while she admired the lush bamboo shoots she took care of.

Suddenly, she heard herself called.

She took her bow and arrow and ran out the door.

Francesco was in front of her and had brought her two pairs of leggings, part of the armor equivalent to her trousers, but in iron.

«Hi, Gaia.

A couple is for you. Could you take the other one to Samuel as soon as you see him, please?

I haven't heard from him since this morning. "

"Did you create them?"

"Sure.

It took me a few hours, but I hope it's worth it "

"Yes, I'll bring them to you.

Can you tell me where I can find it? " the girl asked for further information, to which Fra replied: 'I saw that he had some buckets with him. He was probably headed for the well or the river ... "

"Well, now I'm going, thanks!" she exclaimed, without giving him time to reply, and then ran to his friend.

"You're welcome, it's nothing. See you later »whispered Vallefra1058 in response, even though he could no longer be heard, regretting.

The young woman ran at a regular pace, slipping from time to time on the pavement, and then regaining balance.

He walked along the path with his bow under his arm and his quiver on his shoulder until he reached the shore.

There was an ambiguous scenario waiting for her, of an extremely funny drama: Samuele was immersed in water up to his waist, shirtless, unaware of a danger that would surely hit him shortly thereafter.

A sea monster, he was trying to hurt him because he had invaded his territory, hurling a trident at him, which, before Gaia had it, hit him in the private parts.

The girl wasted no time, drew her bow, and shot an arrow.

The monster collapsed in an instant and fell lifeless to the sandy bottom.

Meanwhile, Samu had managed to crawl close to her, out of breath.

"Hi Gaia, it's nice to see you again," he coughed, while her friend's laughter helped to make him feel humiliated.

He remembered her almost shameful (in her opinion) condition and kindly asked her to turn around.

Because of the embarrassment, he was all red in the face.

He remained undecided for a few minutes, then finally removed the trident, uttering a piercing cry.

The pain was excruciating.

Gaia remembered the iron leggings and handed them over to him.

She understood the gravity of the situation, but it was impossible not to laugh: seeing Samu walking wrong, in search of his disappeared clothes, did not happen often.

"Now let's go, it's late. We will buy new clothes », Gaia concluded.

"Easy to say!" she exclaimed in return the boy, "I'm the one who wanders half-naked through the streets of the village ..." and then burst into a loud laugh.

"It could have been worse for you," the girl refuted.

"Then we would have remained very good friends anyway, don't you think?" he answered and calmly went back to the square.