Guru - Great Yogi

Slave market

The beautiful morning of the rainy season has just begun. In the town of Kosambi, Nay Pyi Taw, Vast region, crowds of people have been bustling since dawn.

King Satanika of Kosambi returned victorious after defeating Samma of Angtay in Nay Pyi Taw yesterday. After defeating Samma, he distributed the goods and slaves he had captured from Samma to his soldiers, officials, and town and village chiefs. People were crowding the market to buy and sell these goods and slaves.

In one place in the market, a makot decorated with jewels is being sold cheaply, and in another place, a diamond necklace and a diamond wheel are being sold for two cents. There is also a trade in slaves and maids in the market. Many customers from all over the country are flocking to the shop. The shop of the slave trader Vilawsana is the center of attention. Vilawsana is praising the new maid brought by the governor.

"The sky blue in his eyes is so captivating that anyone who sees it can't help but stare. Just look at his hair. It's like a dragon's web. If you go to a beauty salon in Kosambi and get your hair done, even a fairy would faint in front of him."

"You are a true poet, Vilawsana..."

“No.. no. What is poetic about my profession? I have become a monk in this business of trading bones, flesh, and blood. Look, King, if I don’t become a monk one day, I will say whatever I want. What I am doing now is to earn a penny for my sons and daughters, and it won’t be long before I get there.”

"Now... don't talk nonsense. I want to sell this item, make it fair price."

"I want to say again, please leave this item with the king. I can only afford a hundred silver coins."

"I don't have to worry. If I have the ability to pay the price, I can get the goods I want whenever I want. It will only cost a penny a year. The high price of Kosambi slaves has not gone up. King Satanika has not given up his arms yet."

Vilawsana and the governor had a friendly conversation about the slave trade. Vilawsana was reluctant to pay the price the governor asked. But in the end, they agreed to the price. The governor pulled the girl close to Vilawsana and untied her.

Vilosana called out to a woman in the room. Her name was Yakhika. Yakhika was a slave who controlled the slaves. Her appearance was very fierce and very terrifying. She looked like a ghost. Her dark face was covered in red lips. Her tongue was sticking out. She held a three-pronged spear with sharp teeth in her hand.

The tip of the three-pointed staff was stained with the blood of the maids. No matter how stubborn a woman was, she fell silent when she fell into his hands. Yakshika stared at the new maid for a long time.

The girl stood motionless. Her eyes showed a look of determination, "Let it be as it will." Her face showed a look of determination, like a deer caught in a net, ready to suffer the fate of fate.

"Isn't that girl like a sandalwood branch?"

Even Yakhika, who was known as a cruel and cruel woman among the slave community, felt a moment of compassion for the girl.

"Yekika...".

Holding the coins he had received as a gift in his hand, the mayor approached the yakika. He spoke in a somewhat soft and gentle voice.

"Yekika, I will sell this girl to a good buyer. She is very beautiful."

"How are you talking, King? Here is a rule of law. Never show affection to a woman, a slave, or a Suddha. These three people are the ones who want to be beaten and then go straight. And for us, who is the buyer? There is no such thing as a good buyer or a bad buyer. We only look at whether there are many gold coins or few. The person who gives us many gold coins is a good buyer or a good buyer for us."

"Don't say that, just take a look at the little girl's eyes..."

"Your Majesty, men are very strange. Now gold, now silver, now melted and turned into wax, and soon after showing love and affection, I felt so angry that I wanted to crush my entire body to powder and bone. If you don't mind, now is the time. You can still take your belongings back to your home."

"I didn't say that. We don't have a tradition of changing a decision that has already been made. We don't have a tradition of doing this and that."

"I know that. Didn't the landlady sell it to me because she didn't accept it? I understand. No matter what landlady, they only want to keep me as a dark-skinned, ugly person, right?"

Yakkhika was attacking the governor with sarcasm. At that moment, Vilosana interrupted and said.

"Well, let me ask you something. What new war are you going to start now? People really want to enslave women in the land of Kama Rupa."

"Okay, okay, relax.."

The mayor took one look at the girl and left. Vilawsana looked at Yekhika and said...

“Yekika. Put her in the northern dormitory where our Myo Kaung Swe Thant maids are kept. Do you hear? Do not let any male slave even look at her. Be very careful to keep the male slaves under control. In the slave market, a “maid” like this can fetch as much as the asking price.”

"all right"

Saying this, the ghostly Yakkhika dragged the new maid away.

***

"I don't know what kind of crisis I'm facing this early in the morning. There's no hope for me today."

Having said this, Vilasana sat down on a high stool in despair. In matters of business, Vilasana believed very much in omens and fortune-telling. They said that omens were the candlesticks. Today, the market had been in trouble since the beginning of the day. He decided not to buy or sell any new goods today.

The anxiety of Vilosana was not unusual. For he had a large number of male and female slaves in his palaces. In that era, the kings of Bharata were eager to conquer and conquer one country after another. They fought against one country every day for trivial reasons. The victorious king would take away the wealth of the country he had lost, along with the young men, women, and children. Such men and women were kept as slaves.

Slaves recognized by the king were traded in the slave market.

Moreover, one of the consequences of every war is the scarcity of rice and water. Farms are trampled and destroyed by the warring parties. Then they face a great famine. When they have nothing to eat or drink, they even sell young children to satisfy their hunger.

The next inevitable consequence of the famine was the outbreak of epidemics. Many children became helpless refugees and many women became widows. Due to these factors, the warehouses of Vilawsana soon became full of goods. The great slave trader Vilawsana was eager to reduce his stock of goods as much as possible. Because the cost of maintaining, caring for, and dressing so many slaves was very high.

Slaves and maids purchased from the king's recognized slave market can be considered as property purchased by the king. Slaves and maids do not have any political or social rights.

Their masters, who bought them, had the sole authority over them. They had the right to do whatever they wanted with their slaves. They could beat them at will. They could imprison them. They could even kill them.

Vilawasana was one such high-ranking merchant recognized by the king.

Vilawsana is a clever man on one hand and a suspicious man on the other. After buying a girl as charming as sandalwood, soft and innocent as his product, Vilawsana changes dramatically. The girl's eyes, as deep as the ocean and unfathomable, reflect various meanings on Vilawsana's perception screen.