A powerful empire wars on terrible forest dwellers in this novel in 120 AD

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When I came to Guruji's ashram to meet Narun, my heart was in my neck. I quickly pulled those guards who wanted to live, hoping that they would leave when Naren came out of shadow. But he did not. Guruji said, "It has become very dangerous to come near Gunatu Veerana, we have to go to him, it is a long day to go."

We start under its morning shadow. I removed the beads of my ancestors, put them in a box and used only white interiors, which I owned, even gold threads were printed. But I did not even imagine the real difficulties of travel, especially for this fragmentation. Even Guruji can not understand how fast my rapid progress will be, so that the sun shines through the moon above. Outside the border area, there was no difference in different brushes. And as I carelessly with uneven terrain, sometimes deep in the woods, my hip in pain and back together, started under my feet.

"But you should, baby, depends on life!"

"What can I do, Guruji? My body is useless, we always know this."

"There is no time for this self-reliance, see me as a child. I'm bigger than everyone and I can still go on this journey."

"Your body is full, Guruji," I was shy. "You have gone every day of your life so that I do not be a prisoner - my body, mine station."

Guruji had patience and I kept me less grass, falling leaves and cucumbers on the ground.

"If it comes, Guruji, then leave me," I said.

"Rubbish!" "It is not played in your plays. This is real life and you will get up and walk."

"Drink water. It can be easy to go without shoes, just as you do."

During the evening, we embraced, no village was still visible. We slowly went slowly, I was looking at the shoulders of the master. Together, I proceeded in my pain and lethargy, no idea, but the way to move forward and the next step is to keep our feet. Left, breathe; Okay, breathe. Gurujee is a story, a unique story of a dialect, a dialect a child begins to utter unfamiliar with walking in the alphabet song poems. I give it a peace, my mind fills up

Then suddenly a boy stood in front of us, tied around his waist for a naked shoulder belt, because we used to weave newborn, although this boy was seven to eight years old. Guruji and I both stopped my tracks. The child was absent for us for a moment and then raised a smile, because he happily counted the song, Guruji. "Young Boy!" Guruji firmly said, his voice is now clearly understood, "I need some help. Near your village?"

The boy said, "It is too far," but I can go there very soon! "

Four people came with the torch, we did not go ahead with tear, bow and arrow bone. Equally, Narunera was dressed like a cloth hanging on her shoulder. Two of them catch me, make a seat with their arms, and together they move fast forward. After the good darkness, we surrounded a group of bamboo, wood and inlet houses around a small yard orbital arrangement of a covered circle around a charger.

The master told me, "A Gondu village," when my bear kept me on the ground.

A group of people is surrounded by us, men, women and children, who are looking at me with some exciting mix of attitude, fear and hatred.

"Does this woman order the lame group of princes?" An elderly woman asked me, study carefully and read it and read it. "She is weak and depressed." He made a face as a spit and then changed

Although its meaning was clear, I put some pressure to understand my words; Like others, he said that his face is full of stones, exaggerating the tone mix and repetitive dishes, because Guruji had sung his own walk.

By fraud, I make my eyes big, so that I can declare my innocence. Does it mean my eyes are yellow? My judge felt that the decision was over.

"You fooled yourself!" In his nervousness, he insisted on a satirical person. "Do not want to look plain before you!" He looked at me and shook his head. She said, "poor girl," kinder. "Can not you help, can you? Only you are the first polarity angel, and none of us have more than that." He is saying, he changed and he had to enter through a small rest, which was recorded with only one.

With the permission of Vienna, Usha Alexander, Penguin Random House India, Leonardo