Expert - Gori

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It's a story that happened thousands of years ago.

The late autumn sun is rising above the horizon. It is not clear whether some birds are flying here and there, welcoming the morning, or are just searching for food.

Outside Ayutthaya, on the uneven, half-valley, half-mountainous plain, no sound could be heard from the swaying bushes. The branches of the bushes were bare from the animals’ eating. Some of the branches were sprouting new leaves. But these new leaves showed no signs of life.

It was not encouraging to see the young grass sprouting from the dry grass here and there. The upper shoots looked as if they were about to dry out, while the green life below was dying.

It was as if waiting for the moment to come. The ground was strewn with hard pebbles, and the only winding road was covered in dust.

The birds, with their chirping and their eyes fixed on the shallow waters of the Sarabu River and the lakes that were beginning to dry up, flew away in search of food and water. They were also fighting with each other.

This area has been plagued by a series of disasters for five years. There is a drought. It only rains once or twice a year. The village is still not getting any food.

The morning breeze was still blowing with a gentle, calm breeze. On the two opposite sides of the road, dust clouds rose into the air. The front of the dust cloud was dense and the back was thin. It was like seeing a seven-pointed star with a tail from afar.

Although there was no visible wind, the dust suddenly rose, its tail buried itself in the dry bushes, while its head swirled above the bushes. The dust was more clearly visible in the sunlight.

At that moment, a train emerged from the dust rising from one side, and another train emerged from the dust rising from the opposite side.

The sun was shining brightly, and the two carriages were very close together. One carriage was being pulled by horses of different colors. There was a bend in the road, hidden by bushes, so the carriage on one side could not see the carriage on the other.

The road at the bend was barely wide enough for a train to pass. The bushes growing there were not tall but were so dense that two trains could barely see each other even when they met face to face.

The road was narrow, and one train could not give way to another. The trains suddenly slowed down and almost collided. The foam from the mouths of the horses in one train touched the foam from the mouths of the horses in the other train.

A young woman was on one train, and a young man was on another train.

The young man's age was estimated to be about fifteen years old. His posture was strong and elegant. His facial expression was affectionate. Although his physical appearance seemed mature, his face was still very young.

Lonma Pyo, on the other hand, seems older than the young man, both in terms of physical appearance and facial features. However, it is estimated that his age is around the same as the young man.

Both of them frowned. However, the young woman frowned even more and seemed more tense. She seemed to want to force her horses into the oncoming carriage. The young man pulled the reins of his horses. The horses retreated slightly behind. Only then did the young woman rein in her horses. The young man got under the carriage.

"Get out of the way"

The young man began to speak in a sharp voice. His voice was hard and sharp, but not overshadowed by any hint of anger.

(Holding the broom by the hand, the young lady also gets off the train.

“Where is the place to get out of the way?” (Lonma Pyo’s voice was sharp. It wasn’t the sound of a peacock making when it sees the clouds, but the sharp sound of a peacock challenging another peacock to a fight.

The young man became angry.

"Do you know who I am? I am Bhuvana, the son of the King of Ayutthaya."

After saying his name, the young man relaxed a little. His dark, round eyes widened. His frowning eyebrows lowered slightly.

“Do you know who I am? I am the only daughter of the wealthy Nila, who is famous both in this region and overseas.” The young woman was not afraid or hesitant. Her two large, blue eyes were red. Her eyebrows were still tense. The crease between her eyes was still there.

The young man, who called himself Bhuvana, looked at the young woman from head to toe. Her appearance was different from that of the Aryan women. Furthermore, she did not have the softness and shyness of the Aryan women.

The young man's fist, which was gripping the whip, loosened. Gritting his teeth, the young man backed his horses.

“Well... well, I know, and that’s not all, I also know. Your name is Himani, right? I’ll make way for Himani, if not.”

The last words came out of the young man's mouth in a whisper. But they reached Himani's ears. The young lady, with her beautiful, fair face, pursed her red lips and got into her carriage.

"What if it's not milk?"

Bhuvana did not hear the words that came out of the young woman's mouth, for she had already pulled the reins of her horses and driven the carriage into the bushes by the side of the road.

Seeing that the road was clear, Himani continued to drive his chariot. A look of triumph flashed across his face for a moment. But then a thought occurred to him, and he stopped the chariot, which had just passed by.

"Where are you going, son of the king?"

His voice was sweet, but his arrogance remained the same.

"Whatever"

A hesitant answer came out of Bhuvana's mouth. However, he immediately controlled himself and corrected himself.

"I'm going to practice archery," Bhuwana continued to speak, but he didn't say anything. He felt as if someone had covered his mouth.

"I'll come and see you sometime," Himani tried to smile, trying not to smile, and then drove off.

Bhuvana did not see Himani's smile, nor did she hear Himani's words.

He was trying to get his carriage, which was loaded on the bushes, back onto the road. The horses' eyes were burning, and they were foaming at the mouth.

Bhuvana looked around the barn to see if anyone was watching. She didn't see anyone watching her. She felt somewhat relieved. The horses were watching. No problem. Do horses talk? Thinking this much, Bhuvana drove the carriage in the direction she wanted to go.