Friday, August 20, 2010

Asthma Turning Into Copd

dinner invitation

Aleski si precipitò attraverso le tortuose stradine del caer , rischiando di scivolare sulle pietre bagnate ad ogni piè sospinto. Stava scendendo rapidamente il monte per raggiungere the gate of the citadel before it did Ollerus. Since he arrived at Caer Ydalir, two months before, Alessio Lupi had left his real name, perhaps because no one seemed able to call it that, or perhaps because he felt that his life was now changed, perhaps irreparably.
In some ways, Aleski was more suited to the site. But a name is not enough to start over. In the city, he felt lost, he knew few people and they all looked with curiosity if not with suspicion. The only person who could almost be considered a friend was Ollerus, but there was never Ollerus. The voices turned quickly among citizens. It was now clear to all that the hunter was on the trail of qualcosa di più grosso di un cervo. Circolavano parecchie storie sul conto di Ollerus, e la sua fama si andava ingigantendo. Di tutte le storie che aveva ascoltato, Aleski riteneva che, nonostante tutto, quelle di Caio fossero le più attinenti alla realtà. Non riusciva a capire come il vecchio avesse scoperto tutti quei dettagli, eppure la maggior parte di essi combaciavano con i racconti che gli faceva Ollerus le poche volte che tornava.
Aleski svoltò uno stretto angolo e si trovò sulla strada principale, che scendeva dritta fino al cancello. Ma immerso com'era nei suoi pensieri mise un piede in fallo e scivolò su di un ciottolo umido, cadendo rovinosamente. Battè a terra la spalla, sollevando spruzzi d'acqua. L'impatto col suolo gli tolse il respiro per qualche secondo. Mentre cercava di rialzarsi sentì rumore di zoccoli ed alzò il capo giusto in tempo per vedere Ollerus sfrecciargli di fianco come un fulmine. Dietro al cacciatore si andava formando una coda di curiosi, donne, uomini e bambini incuranti della pioggia. Aleski si aggregò ai cittadini. Ben presto si ritrovò ad essere parte di una moltitudine che inneggiava il nome del cacciatore, cercando di sovrastare il rumore della pioggia incessante. Aleski, dal canto suo, era troppo impegnato nell'evitare le persone che gli venivano addosso, e troppo disgustato da tanto fanatismo, per unirsi al coro.
-Dov'è andato?- Gli urlò un uomo con gli occhi strabici. Aleski non answered. Where are we going we thought instead. By now the crowd was at the mercy of itself, Ollerus not seen even more, but the enthusiasm was not diminished.
The parade went up and climbed up. The caer was built on a rocky hill. At first it was only an outpost, a guard tower on the top of the mountain, well sheltered on the east and west by high mountains. The north side overlooks a small valley, a lush valley, From the wide forest complete semi-circle from which he had come for the first time escorted by Aleski Ollerus. To the south of the hill instead caer sloped gently to the sea. Yet, over the years, the outpost had been expanded, to become a citadel. Now, since the people of Ollerus, what was left, had holed up in the region of Vanergard caer, two years before, it had become a fortified town. Seven surrounding walls divided the city into layers, and each town there was a gate placed asymmetrically with respect to others, so that if an army had managed to raid should take a long time to reach the summit of Caer Ydalir where the king resided. Immediately below were the military barracks and the homes of the officers. It was here that he lived Aleski now. Ollerus was a soldier under the command of Darius Gawain Green, but after his mysterious journey had begun gli era stata donata una casa. Quando il corteo si fu lentamente disperso ed Aleski fu finalmente libero di aggirarsi per le strade a suo piacimento, si diresse proprio al sesto livello del caer , con passo spedito verso la casa di Ollerus.
Non era una casa molto grande, né molto bella. L'esterno era anonimo, una semplice abitazione a due piani. Il piano terra era riservato alle stalle, che potevano alloggiare tre cavalli e uno stanzino per il custode. Il primo piano era l'abitazione vera e propria. Era formata da due locali, uno per mangiare, con un camino ed un tavolo, ed una per dormire, con un letto ed un baule. La prima cosa che notò Aleski fu che le finestre al primo piano erano illuminate e dal camino usciva of smoking. He climbed the stairs two at a time and went outside. Ollerus was just reviving the flame burning in the fireplace.
-Welcome back! - Exclaimed crossing the threshold.
-Thank you, Aleski. I apologize again for the humility of my house
.--It 's served its purpose, do not worry. Are you hungry? Elsa took me stew for lunch, I thought to finish it tonight, but there is enough for them both. What a nice lady, Elsa .-
Ollerus smiled and nodded:-All right, let's eat! -
While Aleski was warm stew on the fire, Ollerus went to bring the hay to your horse in the stable below. On his return the plates were on the table, and carafes full of beer.
ate in silence, Aleski tastefully Ollerus hungry. When he finished, the hunter took a long drink and then sighed
-Two weeks to eat dried meat, this seems to dinner for a king! -
How-eating ogres? - Ventured Aleski.
-eat like us. Fruit, grain, meat. But even they are struggling. The lands are so bare.
-Why?
-I think the orcs are not used to being in one place for so long, and they know the rhythms of the earth as we know my people. They are taking too much and giving too little. The fields need to be treated, not enough to collect. And the animals are increasingly slim.
-
're teaching to cultivate the earth to the orcs in these two weeks? In these months?
-I am not a farmer, I would not be able to.
-So what are you doing? Caio, the inn, he says you're preparing for a war.
Ollerus gaze was lost in a void.
Caio said, "What else? What
-orcs respect you. And two weeks ago you received a nasty surprise.
Ollerus Aleski looked doubtful. Tonight
-telling of a war room, or something like that. You were supposed to meet the king and when finally you got it in front of you surprised. It 's so?
-Yes .- Ollerus answered.
-Why?
-Ricordi Lorre's brother? Quell'orco who came looking for me the day I met you?
Yes, I remember him .- He remembered all too well.
-Caio was wrong, I did not meet a king. The orcs are divided into clans and each clan has a chief. There is no longer a long-standing king of the orcs, unfortunately. Two weeks ago I visited one of the larger settlements in the region and I got permission to talk to the clan leader. He was the brother of Lorre .-
Aleski remained silent, thinking, upset. He could not understand how he could get in front of his friend, and in one piece to boot.
-I forgave .- Ollerus said, answering a question that was late in coming.
-conditions are heavy, but could be useful to the mission.
-May I ask what are you doing?
-On the wagon of Darius I told you that the behavior of the orcs did not convince me, because I've always been peaceful. In fact I already knew something. Months are now around the villages orc, I have learned to know and trust. But in the last two months I have discovered many things of which I can not talk. But know that I have taken an initiative that might bring me trouble.
-Cos' you done?
-I am trying to gather the clan. I'm bringing to bear the King's throne.
-Why are you doing?
-Why is the thing to do. You'll find everything soon.
-When?
-Maybe tonight.
Aleski looked thoughtful.
-Ollerus I ask you something?
-Ask away.
-By chance did you remember to look for Claudia, my friend?
Ollerus's face broke into a sad smile, "Yes Aleski, I would not have forgotten. Unfortunately I have no news to bring. I have asked all the outposts, to all travelers, even if the orcs had seen a vagabond, some unusual, I've always described all the details I have provided. I kept my eyes open and I looked and looked. I have traveled all the region, believe me, in these two months. But I have not found .-
Aleski felt very discouraged. Suddenly the walls of the room seemed too narrow, oppressive. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. When he felt better asked
-Why do you think I can find everything before long? What should happen?
Ollerus was happy to be able to change the subject. He regretted not being helpful, and knew what could be distressing to be in a foreign land, without knowing anyone, feeling out of touch. It was felt that way, certain nights in a tent among the orcs. The difference was that he knew that not far away waiting for him a place to call casa, mentre per Aleski non c'era alcun conforto.
-Un altro re è di ritorno. Sulla strada verso casa ho scorto in lontananza la carovana del re di Caer Ydalir. Sarà qui non più tardi di domani, e penso che vorrà conoscerti, Aleski!-
La mattina dopo, quando il sole era appena sorto, il caer fu svegliato da allegri canti pastorali. Aleski si alzò dall'improvvisato giaciglio di paglia, nel casotto dello stalliere. Uscì all'aperto massaggiandosi il collo, salutato dagli sbuffi distratti dei cavalli. Fuori l'odore della pioggia impregnava l'aria. Guardò di nuovo verso nord, dove la sera prima era apparso Ollerus. Lo spiazzo appena fuori dal cancello era colmo of people in party, and their voices get there. They were songs that told of crops and harvests, large pastures and harvest.
Ollerus sat on a bench near the railing that bordered the road. Slight wisps of blue smoke rose into the sky from his pipe.
-Since you awake? - Churches Aleski
-I saw the sun rise .- Ollerus said.
-You were not tired after the trip?
-I could not miss the return of the king .-
Aleski sat down beside him. They were silent for a while '. Aleski saw that among the people in the party was still a huge chariot drawn by eight magnificent rams. All around, men with shining armor controlled that no one gets too close.
-What's going on? - Churches Aleski. "Who are those people? -
contandini-Am. They get up very, very early to go to work the fields under the caer. Today what other day is hard and rough, it was sweet and gracious, because they had the opportunity to welcome the king.
-missing so long?
-five months have now started. Now it is better that I go, someone has to wake up the heralds, or there will be no sound of trumpets to welcome King LotR the castle!
He got up and walked to the last circle of walls caer. Aleski was left alone to contemplate the crowd many feet below was now beginning to enter the gates.
would be nice to take a picture. He thought bitterly.
Aleski's head began to nod and only then realized that he was still very tired because the night uncomfortable and forced awakening. He was about to fall asleep when he heard the footsteps of someone approaching with the iron boots, judging by the ping on the pavement. The entrance to that level of caer was allowed only to the soldiers, and to him temporarily, and at first was not surprised much of the fact. But then he thought of that very first morning was strange that a soldier dressed in uniform, even Ollerus, he noticed, wore simple leather boots.
last steps grew closer, and the road he saw a man in light armor.
He stopped right in front of him, eyes cold and tense muscles. I re-send
LOTRO, Lord of Caer Ydalir and the people in exile. Are you the one they call Aleski Lupus?
Yes, I am .- Aleski said. Inwardly he was trying to figure out if the soldier was hostile or not, and in the meantime was looking around for a few frantic escape.
-King LotR sends word that I would be glad to have you as a guest this evening at the banquet to be held at the palace to celebrate our return .-
Aleski left go the breath he had held since the messenger had saved before.
-course. Of course I will, thank you - he said.
The messenger stood on his heels and turned to leave, but Aleski laughed. The messenger stopped:
-Some problems?
"Yes," answered a Aleski, between the laughter:-Can you tell me where to rent a tuxedo? -

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