Hallo,
mein Buch "Der Orden der Geweihten" wird aktuell ins Englische übersetzt. Ich habe mir gedacht, dass ich mal ein paar Zeilen reinstelle. Vielleicht fällt ja noch jemandem ein Fehler auf oder kann mir ne kurze Rückmeldung geben, wie es so gefällt ;-) PS: Tippfehler. Der Titel ist natürlich "The fraternity of the votarys" ;-)
Dankeschön:
By and by the pub cleared and finally Cilana joined the leaving group. She paid the four ales, which she has drunken in the course of the evening and pushed the door of the pub open. She nearly fell in love with the feeling of leaving the smokey, evil- smelling pub behind with the red face and its horns smirking directly over the entrance door. She headed to her accommodation, which was just a few streets away, located in one of the nobler districts. However nobler was in this case a flattering circumscription for a bedraggled but not devastated area. She recognized quickly that something wasn’t right. She wasn’t alone. Someone was following her, remain as inconspicuous*as possible. Has she been leaked out? Or was it maybe the contact she longingly awaited? She deviated from her route, taking an alley which was among deep shades. The rooftops over her head were almost kissing each other and debris besmirched the coarsely paved floor. She reached nearly the middle of the alley, when she heard a voice. “Stop!”
Cilana obeyed, stopped and turned around. Her hands already placed at the dirk but as soon as she recognized who was standing opposite her she lowered her hand.
“Why have you done this shit, whore?” Apparently the gesture with the dagger at the thigh was not enough for the scarface.
“You call me a whore?”, she asked sugar sweet and at the same time with such a coldness, being like a rhetorical glacial period. She looked around without attracting attention. Maybe he wasn’t alone. But for bringing support he probably hadn’t the required intelligence … or simply the support. Her camouflage was now of no more important need. As long as she was alone with him, she could defeat him. Men like him, wouldn’t go into the next pub with a broken nose telling everyone that he got a beating from a woman. It certainly would be ten husky men with the figure of bulls, when he is asked to tell his story. In that manner legends were born. He came closer, what she almost only realized by the sound of his steps. The few light of the moon between the roofs was only enough to represent silhouettes.
Cilana had to be careful. As far as she could see, he hadn’t got a weapon in his hand, but he could have one with him. A knife or just a bottle could make a dangerous opponent out of a beatnik. That was something she has learnt. Nothing could be more embarrassing for a votary, an elite fighter like her who had years of hard training behind, than getting assassinated in an alley by a drunk.
“I am willing to forgive you”, he offered, but his thoughts which also made a way into his voice undid this alternative. She would definitely not share a camp with a malodorous skim- addicted.
“Don’t bother me”, hissed Cilana and stepped up to him. He should know that he couldn’t intimidate her. Maybe the whole business could still be managed without the use of violence. “I know that you don’t want to be left alone. I noticed the way you looked at me.” Men! How could one imagine something like that? He wasn’t the first to think she flashed a salacious glance at him. What should she see in him? He was kind of chubby, as far as she could judge in the twilight and his face looked worse than a frame house after a blaze. An axe couldn’t have done more damage to his flesh than the drug did. He was addicted for a longer time already and he would soon be consumed by it. In the first month harm was missing. Just shortly before death mental ruin occurred additionally to the physical one. Perhaps it would have been clement to kill him.
“I won’t repeat myself”, Cilana made herself clear and came even closer. “In the taproom you were lucky because of the other men. Here you are completely alone. I have no problem to dispatch you!”
For a moment Cilana bore in mind that in this way a lot of women were raped each day and that she wouldn’t have a chance either if she wouldn’t be a votary. The time had come to make an example. He had not anticipated that she would attack him, so he was really surprised as her foot suddenly hit his chin and broke his jaw. She didn’t feel any sympathy for him when he staggered backward and hardly dashed against the floor. He would have raped her and any other girl if he hadn’t done it already. Cilana claimed to be a tolerant woman but there were some things which she could not forgive. Her knee pressed against the ribcage of the skim-addicted.
“If you dare to come to me once again, you won’t escape with just a broken jaw. Then I will break you every bone and I will arrange that you will never lie next to a woman again”, she threatened him with a voice, so haunting, that he would never forget it. She pushed herself off from his breast and returned to her accommodation.