Chapter I. The Moura's Cave ( sixth part to the end)
Hola de nuevo!! Como ya os anuncié en la entrada anterior, hace tiempo que tengo en marcha un proyecto/meta/objetivo y, en parte, consiste en compartir con vosotros algunos capítulos de "La Cueva de la Moura" en inglés, para que tenga un mayor alcance. Al igual que hice con los cinco primeros fragmentos del primer capítulo, he seguido compartiendo el resto en mis publicaciones de Instagram (@enanalore por si aún no me sigues). Espero vuestros comentarios y os agradezco de antemano la difusión.
"We entered the village,
nothing has changed, the trees, the mountain, the little stone cottages. We
climb the slope toward grandmother’s house, I hold my breath, after the next
bend I see it, for a moment I seem to see my grandfather at the door greeting me
with his hand but, he’s not there, tears come to my eyes, I gulp.
Don’t cry now, don’t cry now. Brais gives me a grip on my hand.
Are you okay? – He looks at me worried; I nod but a tear slips and falls
rolling down my cheek. The car has stopped, Brais catches the tear in the
corner of my mouth, I look at him and he does it with sweetness –. It’s hard, I know, but it will be better the
sooner you face it, you‘ll see.
― Yeah, sorry, what a show, I don’t want her to see me this way – I point out to the house, the door has opened, Grandma and Antonio greet us and smile.
We get out of the car, grandma comes to us and gives me a strong hug, she smells like lavender, she smells to grandmother, I close my eyes, I give her a strong hug too. We parted a bit; she looks at me in the eyes and covers my face with kisses.
― Hello, my child, I’ve missed you so much.…
Hi, Grandma, me too, I have missed you a lot but… finally I’m here.
― Come on, Emma, release Eva already, you have all summer to cuddle her. I also want to say hello to this little woman –. Antonio holds my hand -. Hi, lovely, glad to see you again.
― Hi Antonio, how are you?
― Okay. Well, with the ailments of age, but luckily I have Brais now with me to help me - he nods to his grandson, who has taken my bags and is putting them at home-. Did you remember him?
― I didn’t really recognize him at first; I suppose time changes us all…
― Yes…time changes everything and everyone…
― Well, you’re hungry for sure, so let’s eat –. Grandma guides me inside the house, it smells very good.
Brais comes down the hall; he had
left my staff in my room. Grandma has cooked her famous casserole chicken , my
favourite, it’s delicious I prepare a coffee pot, while, grandmother takes out
from the pantry a fresh cheese cake with jam, on it the burning candles, a one
and a seven. She starts singing the Happy
Birthday song, Brais and Antonio join her. I make my second wish of the
day. I want had a fantastic summer. Then,
I blow the candles. Everyone smiles at me. Next, I help Grandma to wash the
dishes, although, she doesn’t let me help her too much and finally, she makes
me sit at the table. For my surprise, Brais gives me a present.
― Wow, thank you so much, you didn’t have to do it – I smiled at him, he rolls his eyes.
― It doesn’t matter, in fact it’s a guff but open it and you’ll see.
I remove the tape slowly; I don’t want to tear the star paper that wraps my present. Inside, there is a small-carved wooden box, it seems to be handmade, it is very beautiful, and it has my name engraved with the relief of a waning moon and some stars.
― Did you do that? – Brais nods his head with a triumphant smile seeing that I liked it –. It’s beautiful – I give him a couple of kisses so effusive that they make us both blush equally.
― I have a present for you too –. Antonio puts a package much smaller than Brais’ on the table –. I hope you like it.
― Thank you, Antonio –. It takes me very short time to open the package –. An old key, great.
― Do you really like it? It’s just that I remembered that you used to collect them. I found this one so pretty and I thought of you.
― I really love it, and it’s a detail that you remember my likings, I still collect them – I go around the table and give him a hug.
― Well, if you’re already done…Brais, why don't you go for a walk with Eva? You could show her your horses?
― Horses?! – I ask excited.
― Yes, horses, do you know how to ride?
― Of course.
― Then, we will take our horse ride.
― All right, Brais, but be careful, huh?
― Don’t worry, Emma, you know I am always careful – he turns and looks at me -. So let’s go, Eva?
― I think I should put on something more comfortable, don’t you? – Brais looks at me up and down, raises an eyebrow.
― It seems to me that you look fine. Although, you may show more than you intend when riding on the horse – he tells me in a low voice, approaching so that Grandma doesn't hear him. God, I think my jaw just fallen…
― Eva, your suitcase is in the back bedroom or rather in yours – Grandma makes me come back to reality.
― I'll wait outside –. Brais says to me winking.
I run like a crazy to my room, what do I wear? What do I wear? I pick up some jeans, with a lot of lycra, are slim and a red top, it is also made of lycra so looks like it was painted over my skin. I can’t wait to see how Brais could react when I come out, why do I care about this? I won’t spent more time thinking about it I will go out. Grandma is waiting for me.
― Did you take a jacket?
― No, it’s hot, grandma, I won’t need it.
― I don’t think so, as soon as the sun goes down, it’s cold and in the forest even more so.
― Okay, I go for a sweatshirt – I run for second time to my room and I choose my blue sweatshirt, I tie it to my hips and go out again.
Now Grandma is not waiting for me; she has sat with Antonio at the garden table under the umbrella. Brais is with them, when he hears me coming he turns, looks at me and nods to himself. I am blush. We say goodbye to Grandma and Antonio and walk to his house, it’s close, it’s take us less than ten minutes. The horse blocks are at the back of the house. I look around me and nothing has changes in this place, except for the motorbike parked next to the haystack. I get closer, it’s black but, on the sides, it has some orange flames painted on it, it’s very cool.
― Do you like it? – Brais says behind me –. The next ride will be on it. If you want to, of course.
― Yeah, that would be great but…
― Don’t worry, we won’t tell your grandmother or my grandfather.
― You’ve read my mind.
― Although, we will have to go through some desert place, because here people like to gossip and if they see us, they would tell our grandparents and we couldn’t have fun any longer –. Then we smile to each other.
I start thinking about it, both of us alone on his motorbike, with no one around, and no one knowing what we are doing. Then Brais starts talking to me and make me stop dreaming.
― Are you still there?
― Yeah, sorry.
― Were you imagining our next walk? - What?! How the hell does he know?
― No, no, it’s just that I remembered a friend of mine who has a motorbike too –. Well disguised, yes sir, I am proud.
― Yes, a friend… he won’t it be your boyfriend?
― I have no boyfriend.
― Ah... - He stares at me and smiles mockingly.
― And you? Do you have a girlfriend? – An eye for an eye.
― I used to but no any longer – I hold in a sigh of relief when I hear it.
― Oh, I’m sorry –. I’m not sorry at all.
I’m not sorry, I was tired of her, there aren’t much many girls here…It was
Ruth, do you remember her?
― Ruth? Oh yeah, the daughter of Juan the baker, isn’t she?
― Yes. I dated her because she kept insisting, we only shared a few kisses, and we weren’t together even a month luckily –. Yes, luckily.
― And you don’t have a boyfriend now but you’ve had it -. What do I do? Do I lie or do I tell the truth? What would Marta do? Lie.
― Of course, a few – great, now he’ll think you’re a slut, I give myself a mental slap –. Actually, just two. – It’s better to tell a small lie –. So… When do you take me for a ride on your motorbike?
― Tomorrow, but we have to come up with something. Come on, I’ll show you your horse.
Once in the blocks, Brais brings my horse first, well, my mare. Furia, it is beautiful, jet black with brown manes, I put her the blanket and the chair, while, Brais does the same with Trueno, which is dark brown, with a white spot on the chest. Then he checks that the straps on my chair are securely attached and he helps me up.
We go into the forest along a path that goes up to the old Celtic settement; you can only hear birds singing and the horses’ hooves. When I arrive at the old Celtic settement, Brais holds me by my waist and brings me down of Furia quickly. Wow, he’s strong. He leaves his hands on my waist for a few more seconds and looks at me; I hesitate but smile at him. We tie the horses to the a pine tree branch and, we walk over the walls of the settlement that used to be houses. In the upper part there is a clear from where all the cottages and all the forest are seen. I stand by watching the landscape until it suddenly changes.
Everything has gone dark, a torch
has appeared in my hand, and I am in a narrow and damp corridor. I walk slowly,
feeling the wall with my free hand, it’s wet, at the end of the corridor, I see
some stone stairs coming down, I go down them, a new corridor appears before
me, and it’s narrower and wetter. At the end of the corridor there is a shining
door, it looks made of copper or something like that, in it there are some
symbols engraved and the drawing of two snakes, it has no knob so I push it,
the door has opened a little, I push it again, this time harder, the door opens
and, inside what looks like an endless room, I see mountains and mountains of
gold, the shine is blinding. I take a step, I want to touch that wealth, but I
try, I cannot move forward. The gold has disappeared from my sight and the
torch of my hand, in front of my eyes is the forest again and, at my feet… the
edge of the cliff! Frightened, I go back and start listening in my ear, Brais’s
breathy voice that holds me.
― Eva… God, Eva… What are you doing? – He looks very scared. -. Do you want to kill yourself?
― No… I’m sorry…I… - I turn around and look at him, he doubts if he should let me go –. Brais, something very rare has happened to me… - His face changes, he smiles.
― What have you seen?
― How do you know…?
― Your grandmother felt that you had inherited that gift from your grandfather…
― Gift? Which Gift? What are you talking about?
― Come, let’s sit, further down, away from this cliff – he takes me by the hand and sit in the middle of one of the cottages we’ve been through before –. Tell me, do you remember any stories about this Celtic settement? Anything your grandfather would have told you?
― Yes, well… the legend of the Moura’s Cave…the one everyone tells…
Everyone tells it but no one as your grandfather told it. Think back and tell
me about it – I look at him surprised, he nods and I…try to remember.
― I think…I already have it…
― Well then, start.
Once upon a time, in a old Celtic settement, a young Moura
coming from the East, had been sent by her people with a mission, to guard the
Golden Cave, she could not leave until her people arrived, so, she learned to
live in peace with the Celts. Every morning, she sat in front of the mine and,
with a golden comb, combed her long, golden hair. She wore a headband adorned
with two snakes on her forehead. One day, from the top of the settement, she
saw an enemy tribe approaching; the Celts began to flee leaving their homes and
possessions behind. She also had to leave if she wanted to live, however, the
promise she made to her people, did not allow her to leave the Cave
unprotected, so she had no choice but to enchant it.
She went into the forest and never returned but neither could no one enter the cave again, even less, steal the gold –. Brais aims at me in amazement.
― You are telling it very well.
Thank you but I still don’t understand… What does the legend have to do with
what happened to me?
― Well…everything. Tell me, what have you seen?
― I was in a dark, damp corridor. I went down a few stairs to another corridor and at the end, there was a door, I opened it…
― Wait, could you see the door well? Did it have any engravings?
― Yes, it had some symbols and two snakes.
― Snakes, of course, do you think you’d be able to draw the symbols?
― No, sorry, I didn’t look that hard.
― Well, don’t worry, you will, next
time… Now, continue, what was behind the door?
― What do you mean, next time?
― Yes, if you’re like your grandfather and it seems that way, you’ll see it more times – I try to protest but he raises a finger and puts it on my lips –. I’ll tell you everything but let’s take it gradually, what was behind the door?
― Well, there was gold, mountains of gold.
― I knew it – says Brais triumphantly –. You’re great, Eva.
― Great? Why?
― Because you have entered the Cave. "