Chapter 14 Avram

Meanwhile, in the kingdom, everybody was occupied with the approaching war. At first, it was treated as a joke, but then the gossip spread from mouth to mouth so often that citizens were sure that there had to be some truth in what everybody was saying. Not only was the country to wage the war with Turkey, but it was also supposed to fight with these mythical creatures – Goblins.

Every mythical creature was once a real creature, but the unkind years of being forgotten pushed it to the realms of legends, stories, and myths. In the same fashion, Goblins once freely and uninhibitedly stepped on the surface of the earth and, being quite peaceful and hard-working individuals, didn’t seek any conflict with humans. Humans also profited from their craft, they hired Goblins to renovate and decorate their houses, to make jewelry (maybe not as impressive as pieces made by dwarves, but definitely cheaper), to help with weddings, christenings, and funerals. But there was something in the human race that didn’t allow Goblins to stay on the surface for too long. 

It was human’s complete intolerance towards Goblins’ utter unattractiveness. You could say anything about Goblins, but to say that they were easy on the eyes was an epitome of irony. They were hideous; older - more horrible than the younger, their children no better than the children of the Devil. Everything in them was crooked, asymmetrical, obnoxious, disgusting, and appalling. There was such a discrepancy between what they were making and how they looked that humans suggested that they should make themselves some beautiful masks and come to the human houses only wearing those. Goblins at first fell into the trap of being accepted, they produced masks with beautiful features, far more beautiful than even the most handsome human faces (for in their hands was talent and craft indeed). But soon they realized that their beautiful masks were only the subject of ridicule. Social circles suffered when a woman fell in love with a mask, as underneath it was an ordinary hideous Goblin. Equally criticized was the phenomenon of Goblin men being attracted to human women. Many representatives of the beautiful sex were attacked under the shadow of the dark or kidnapped and kept hostage: a forbidden fruit, something that a Goblin wasn’t allowed to have. The two races were so different in appearance and in character that Goblins soon hid underground and for centuries didn’t appear so as not to raise hostility. 

But in time, their dignity grew, their admiration for the human race weakened, their mastery of the art of war perfected, and their longing for the sun, fresh air, and human women rose to the level of myths and legends. And as in all those, it lost the traces of bitter reality and was idolized, glorified, and deprived of all these primary conflicts that brought Goblins underground in the first place. 

When Marva, the first Goblin woman to walk onto the surface of the earth in centuries, looked at these muds, lakes, and forests, she wasn’t as taken aback as Karina and David for the first time seeing the Goblin’s city.

‘It will do,’ she said optimistically, observing from the bushes as a villager was taking a shit behind his hut, his white buttocks reflecting the first rays of sun with the brightness of midday snow. Marva was under the impression that earth first of all stunk and was terribly poor and dilapidated. 

The Goblin Princess gasped in amazement only when she saw her greenish haggard skin slowly turn into a milky-white smooth and shiny surface, her curved bones straighten and from her balding head spread long curls of red hair. Within seconds, she stood there, a young beautiful woman, with full breasts, subtle, dignified face, and sweet bosom; a walking dream every man would die for. 

For an hour, Marva stood watching herself in the water of the pigsty flume which gave a reflection. The same villager, who not so long before shat unscrupulously in the open air, went outside and seeing such a beautiful woman, took off his cap, and bowed.

‘What are you doing here, beautiful lady? Can I help you?’

‘I need to know something about human love.’ Marva approached the villager. 

‘Human… love?’

‘Yes yes, I need to know how it works.’

‘Don’t they teach you, ladies, before your wedding day how babies are made?’

Marva frowned.

‘Not really.’

To be honest, Marva was perfectly aware that the Goblin’s way of love-making was also ugly. There wasn’t anything romantic in the fact that a Goblin woman was married to a Goblin man. It was a simple transaction. Every week the couple exchanged fluids, with fast rubbing of their genitals, they conceived a child, and once they had enough progeny, they simply stopped. Not even one Goblin man had an affair with another Goblin woman (the sheer attempt would be too expensive, complicated, and simply no one wanted to do this, as no Goblin woman was attractive enough). Possibly, for a human woman, a Goblin would make an exception, but what woman in her right mind would want such a Goblin? Marva heard stories that even women kidnapped by Goblins were more likely to fall from the highest rock rather than stay with the Goblin for the rest of their lives. And good-hearted Marva, the King’s daughter, the sister of Prince Vandarok, didn’t want to marry such a Goblin. She was too idealistic to be rubbed every week by someone so nasty and would be unspeakably miserable in the life the underworld was able to offer to her. 

And when, all her life surrounded by hideous practical men of craft, Marva saw this beautiful (oh, how beautiful, how breathtakingly handsome!) prince, she was besotted. Not only was he the most handsome man Marva had ever seen, but he was also inspired. He sang, drew, read stories, told her magical tales about his world, and Marva could have kissed those sweet lips of his until he lost his breath, or even longer. But she was a hideous Goblin and she simply couldn’t do this. For him, she wanted to be the most beautiful. For him, she was willing to leave her kingdom and enter the world of the unknown and hostility. 

‘I need to know how to operate a man!’, she ordered with her royal voice which preserved a whiff of ‘I don’t take no for an answer’ power.

The peasant stood silent but Marva was not only beautiful but also unbelievably headstrong. For a stranger passing at this very moment the villager’s yard, it would have been a strange view. A beautiful woman walked around the naked villager and examined his every part and every limb, paying attention to one particular area of his body. 

‘A man is very simple, my lady’, the peasant went red in the face, when the lady suddenly touched his penis, and it erected. 

‘Indeed, very simple.’, Marva watched fascinated, ‘So where does it go?’

‘In lady’s funny parts.’

‘Funny parts?’

‘Yes, funny parts between lady’s legs’

Marva raised her dress.

‘You mean these funny parts?’

Seeing the beautiful lady’s vagina was not something the peasant expected to see. But even more startled was the peasant’s wife, who woke up, looked outside their hut’s window, and saw her old and boring husband standing naked in the center of the yard with a beautiful lady in front of him. And this beautiful lady was holding the edge of her dress high up and showing him her intimate parts. The wife rubbed her eyes, for she thought she was hallucinating. Suddenly, her husband started performing some copulative movements, and the beautiful lady, standing barely a meter apart from him, repeated these movements, still holding her dress up her waist. 

‘For the love of God!’, the wife exclaimed even though she wasn’t particularly religious, ‘What have you been doing with this woman?!’, she approached her man when he returned home with a beam of happiness on his face.

‘Educating, my dear!’, he cut the discussion short and left the wife in silent astonishment. 

Marva, having gained some human experience, quite satisfied with what she had learned and how representative she looked in the full light of day, headed to the castle.