"Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?"

"Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding…"

"For the man is of the equal with the woman. Woman controls, man unleashes. Woman generates whereas the man perfuses. Woman educates, man erects. As for the woman, she cares for her other counterpart during the times of the man's duty to protect. The man is the dominant reckon while the woman complements the endeavors of the namesake." as I end it with a note of codependency rather than in comparison.

I gain an amount of applause coming from the affluent and arable community of Þorheimstein (Thor-haym-ish-tayn). There are conflicting matters, however, we absolve it with a solution of civility and respect. Some of the questions I encountered are resolved in a rather philosophical way. Like the man who looks superior to me. However, he is not that condescending. He asks: "Everything has been so perfectly created as said by the scripture of our doctrine. How can we differentiate: perfection, somewhat true, and erroneous? By whatever context it may be".

As I answer: "If ever all things are so perfect, then the innovation has died down. It is because Science seeks perfection for the masses would not at all doubt the notion. Whereas the Art is based on the style, the theme, the sense, and the evolution of it by its own rights." based on the time I spent in the royal villa's library. Kehina is where I wasted my moment formulating a convincing implication.

"Inventors are the first artists. Given by the benefit of a doubt, an unproven work is therefore yet to be finalized. When it ripens and is approved by all and the experts, then that work of art becomes the real deal. Thus, inventors become scientists. Science is infallible, Art is not. Moreover, Art is theory." adding, as all idiosyncrasies of the discipline of arts roar and rejoice towards my further comment, I hoist my hand afterwards.

Þhorheimstein gives me a thrill and a challenge that I do anticipate not to engage with. I earn their worth as they trust me. Best to confide their praises upon me in adulation. Musicians, dancers, jugglers, and minstrels flock me around to deliver an iteration of their works. They work under frustration figuring out the pattern to perfect it, through the sweat of their perseverance, and the wails pouring down to their emotions.

"To honor the rules or to cheat. It is a big question whether what is at stake. Abiding to the rules is a beckon of being respectful towards your adversary. Through the essence of either sportsmanship or gentlemanship. The stipulation is the bearing of the entailment of having a rival in a friendly way or an acknowledgement by the foe. However, if you defy all of the bounds to the barred circles. There are many repercussions lurking around you." I stop to respire my breath, as I desire to continue my unfinished explanation.

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"And what are those, your distinguished preacher?" the man, who is about an index finger taller than me; replies, asking.

I tell it in my sincerest: "Blackmailing, circumventing to play with you once more, drawing heckles against you, and many more to disparage your remarks and your image. Or even worse - death. And to add insult to the injury, demonizing you even after death. Cheating is very detrimental." as the man who inquires the question seems convinced of my inadvertently crafted opinion.

"When you cheat, it is either you both win or score a win and a loss. But this case is not so similar when you follow the rules. It is either settling a draw and a win or getting two wins." as I keep on blabbering about surreal concepts to stay at my discussion.

"How convoluted! Tell us more, great pastor!" where they follow with it, showing their enthusiasm, as I have not felt this feeling before, this is the first time that the people are getting interested in my rhetoric.

"Cheating is a procurement of an unworthy victory. Winning is everything but that everything may cause you a travesty. Winning is a process of proving one's own self against its opponent. But getting caught while playing the same game and breaking the rules is a different story. In the field of sports, competitiveness is the crucial factor of an athlete. When a competitor loses the game is not lost at all. Someone did try their best and the fruit of those representations are: the gallantry and the lessons. On the other hand, the individual both wins at the same time. The honor and the recognition from its foe and the game itself." as I try my best to explain the greatest of my capacity, finalizing, where I take a breather right thereafter.

Fifty (50) steps away from the nearby plaza to the east where I am located on the bistro outside of its canopy facing the northside. Teetotalers and hedonists alike grant me their commends and as I am being showered with the liquids of ale and of mead. They then clap their hands rowdily as I am acting like a stand-up performer. Or more like a public speaker.

"A rabble rouser!" as one from the audience calls me, preferring to be my title.

It is not so often that I could engage with people of an active and of a dynamic vibe. The crowd usually would send me heckles and stuff of negative feedback but here in Þorheimstein is different. I expect this way could always be true. Some of the places I've been are utterly dead and as their ears are all seem to be mangled or misplaced. Of course, the sensation is a standard and a common expectation. But Þorheimstein, you give me a fruitful and wonderful time. Such as marveling at the hospitality of its citizens. The dissimilarities between the towns and the cities that I came across are too distinct. Explaining it in a one word that best describes it, 'Þorheimstein', will be exhilarating! I had a good time proselytizing some and sharing the words may be outside and within the texts. Þhorheimstein, you have been good to me.

"Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?"

"Where? Do they even really exist?" as one of the bystanders takes an interest in my essays, inquiring.

"Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding…" I utter, as I point my finger behind and at my back which is the direction of the north - Kehina.

Carylle Dynasty of Kehinan royalty and aristocracy.