The Lost Dynasty

Chapter 7

Kyda and Amita made their way to the Bazaar.

They went through many stoned desolate passages since less people would travel through those parts, meaning they would be less likely to be caught. Their Kafka shoes, that resembles to curling tongue fixed to the toe were tapping against the cobblestones as their enraptured laughter echoed. They soon made it to the end of the passageways, it led to an open field of the Bazaar. It was made up of decorative stalls and carts that formed a maze of goods and above it all hung many lively and vivid colours of cloth to block the hot radiation of the sun.

Amita was right, it was no playground... it was a war zone.

People swarming left and right.

Vendors yowling their offers.

Hagglers negotiating.

Arguments and threats spat like fireballs between competitors.

And guards wander to maintain peace or what's left of it.

Even though Kyda was from the future she was still amazed how their civilisation was built and its authenticity. Amita linked her arms with hers and began to guide her through the crowd.

"FRESH FISH, FREASH FISH FROM THE ARABIAN SEA!"

"NATURAL COTTON, GROWN AND SPUN WELL!"

"BEAUTIFUL EARINGS SPECIALLY CRAFTED AND EMBELLISHED MYSELF!"

The ladies passed a stall with multiple large woven baskets filled with flavoursome exotic powder of spices. "AMITA, AMITA!" the owner of the spice stall called out. Amita smiled beamingly "Aisha, it's been so long" she dragged Kyda back to the stall "Is this a new friend of your?" Aisha queried. Kyda didn't know whether to say, she a guest at the palace or- "She the new handmaiden for the Empress" Amita answered.

Seems like no one could be trusted.

"Is there anything new in the Bazaar? Aisha leans over the stall "There these baked goods called Ladoos from Delhi" Kyda nodded "Oh I haven't had Ladoos for months" she commented but Aisha was perplexed by her statement "But they are new to the Empire" Amita could only vigorously laugh. Nonetheless, Kyda's eyes were enlarged and was preoccupied by the variety in the bazaar. It's not just food or clothes but also jewellery, livestock, crystals and...

"What's going on there?" Kyda pointed at a large metal steel container with tiny holes for breathing.

There was obviously something living inside.

It was being pulled by 4 stallions and 2 threating looking men with swords. Aisha and Amita faced the same mental container "Their selling the enemies from the last battles" Aisha said casually making Amita and Kyda automatically face her, alarmed by the cruelty. "Slaves? That's not fair?" Kyda was still processing the fact that Universal Declaration of Human Rights does not exist yet. Aisha placed her finger on her lips to indicate her to be silent while Amita covered Kyda mouth and assessed their surroundings to make sure no one heard her, before removing her hand from Kyda mouth.

Aisha faced Kyda and crosses her arms "Fair?... war isn't fair. The enemies come our homes and destroy what we have worked for, even worse take away their loved ones. There are no winners in war and only civilians suffer. I think for the enemies it's the least bad thing it could happen to them".

Kyda stared at her speechless, she understands where she was coming from, on the other hand, it's unethical. But she couldn't get ahead of herself, like Dr Adil said: her words, her demeanour, and her morals was dramatically different to theirs.

Aisha then faced back to Amita with a friendly smile "Will you be able to get me one of them Ladoos they look so good, but I have to sell these spices for my Abba (father)". Amita nodded yes "Of course, me and Kyda will find the stall".