Miledi came out of the caravan and she handed a talisman to Roger.

Roger asked as he took it over, “Is this from that girl?”

Miledi: "Yes, she hangs it around her neck. She said it was her father's token.

"I saw that the Latin word 'Otville' was engraved on it, and I think you should see it."

Roger looked at the small horseshoe lucky charm carefully.

He felt it looked familiar and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

The horseshoe lucky charm carved with a sharp knife in the Latin word "To My Love, Doncred Ultraville".

The small horseshoe was rubbed and shiny, but there were inevitably rust marks in some places.

Roger remembered.

This is not the lucky horseshoe I gave out when I was young.

Roger remembered that the sir named Doncred, who followed his uncle Bosimund to visit Messina, and he teased his maid as soon as he met.

Later I heard that Doncred led his team to Jerusalem.

I remember that Baron Rollo, my knight instructor, said that he was fighting with Doncred.

Roger thought that this lustful guy was also a famous figure in his family.

Since it involves his family, Roger cannot leave.

So everyone set up camp in advance.

They lit a bonfire in a corner where the arena is relatively complete and can shelter from the wind and rain.

The girl changed her clothes and came out, and Miledi's clothes were a bit big for her.

Roger looked at her carefully.

The girl looks about eleven or two years old and looks pretty.

The eyebrows and eyes are indeed somewhat similar to Doncred.

Roger returns the amulet to the girl.

He praised: "A beautiful amulet, may you be lucky to be with you forever."

The girl hurriedly took it and put it on. It was obvious that she cherished the iron sheet very much.

The boy interrupted from the side, "I also have an amulet here, which can help you resist the devil. Aisha, bring it with you, as you need it."

The boy took out a small amulet with gold edges inlaid with five fingers together and a palm with complex lines drawn on it.

Roger took it over and looked at it. He didn't think this little palm could block any demon.

He handed the palm talisman to the girl.

In order to confirm clearly, Roger knew the question and said to the girl:

"What's your father's name?"

"Aren't you here to kill me?"

"Of course not, we just passed by."

“My father is Doncred Ultraville.”

"Where is Doncred Ultraville?" Roger asked after considering the terrible popularity of Westerners.

"Doncred Otwell of Jerusalem."

Roger knew that this was impossible to be wrong.

The girl asked with hope, "Do you know my father?"

Roger replied frankly: "If you are right, your father should be my cousin and nephew. I am his cousin, although he is older than me."

When Roger saw the girl's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

He comforted with his arms wide open, "I don't know what you've experienced, but now, you don't need to worry anymore, my relative."

The girl cried and threw herself into Roger's arms.

Her tears couldn't stop flowing, and Roger's chest was wet.

The last ray of sunlight disappeared from the elevated waterway in Merida.

As night gradually fell, everyone rested by the bonfire.

The girl began to tell her experience:

“My name is Aisha. I was born in Jerusalem.

I was still young at that time, and my mother told me.

She said that our hometown is near the sea next to Jerusalem.

My mother's name is Emilnia, and she said she is a princess.

Her father, my grandfather, is the chief of a *** tribe.

At that time, Jerusalem was fighting.

The grandfather restrained his tribesmen from approaching Jerusalem, but his mother slipped out to play in the chaos.

She took her servant Valino, outside Jerusalem, and accidentally met my father Doncred, who was fighting with a commander of the ***.

Mom said it might be a secret meeting because she saw neither party brings entourage.

His father killed the other party, but he himself fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Mom said she fell in love with her father at first sight.

Mom found his wound after asking his servant Vaprino to remove his father's armor.

Valpurino said the bleeding must be stopped to save his father's life.

My mother covered her father's bloody wounds with braids woven from her hair.

Later, the mother and the servant moved their father to a safe place to recuperate until he recovered.

During that time, they fell in love, so I was born.

But later my father went back to continue to participate in the battle.

He seemed to have done something sinful in Jerusalem.

Mom refused to explain in detail.

My mother was very sad. Although she had always loved her father, she still chose to leave him.

My mother returned to my grandfather's place and gave birth to me later.

After that, I lived a stable life.

But then, some people came.

They asked the grandpa to hand over his daughter and granddaughter.

Grandpa refused.

Although those people left, grandfather knew they would come again.

Grandpa asked my mother to take me away.

He arranged for the two of us to sneak into a caravan.

He asked the caravan to take us far away.

Grandpa told his mother that when we left, he would burn the tent and then tell others that we were all burned to death in the tent.

He said, ‘Let’s go, go, the further you go, the better. Never come back, just think you are dead.’

So my mother took me and followed the caravan.

My mother said that the caravan had gone far and could see the direction of my grandfather and the blazing flames ignited.

The caravan then kept walking.

We passed through Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Algeria, and all the way to Morocco.

The caravans had to continue walking, and they were going to Timbatuk, which was said to be the city of gold.

But my mother didn't want to leave anymore, she felt that this was far enough.

So my mother stopped in Marrakech and bought a yard with the money my grandfather gave her.

My mother planted the yard with cactus, date palms and palm trees.

She dug a reservoir in the middle of the yard.

She painted the whole yard blue, and all the fences, columns, and the edges of the pool were painted blue.

Mom said, this is the color of the sea.

There is no sea in Marrakech.
To be continued...