It was so fine to be back in Verona. He embraced his daughters, told'em some stories, maked up some adventures and played with the girls and Lady Fineae for hours in a garden. The afternoon vanished with important instructions to the Locums, clerks and the slaves of the palace. The troops had been disbanded and the festivities of the citizens Porsenna heard into his rooms.

In the late evening, after dinner, he sat on a bench in the royal bedroom, holding a cup of wine in his right hand. The wine was watered by holding out of a window in a dense fog. His wife looked disapprovingly to the unwatered wine, but she did'nt say anything about. Absorbed in thoughts, she leaned on the bench of a window.

After minutes in silent, she asked him: "Please tell me that there is peace now! Tell me, that our people are save now!"

Lars Porsenna thoughts about for a while until he answered gravely.

"Our world is'nt save. We can defend our lands and people and we can offer to the gods for to avoid famines, earthquakes, floods and all the possible catastrophes. You know, my Dear, we have to fight our enemies. There is no other choice than vassality or slavery. I can not say, if the Phrygian will come for their so named revenge. If, we have to fight again and our warriors will fight to defend Etruscan lands. They do not fear to be wounded or to be slayed and their offer will be unforgotten by their families in time. And we shall not fear to send them into death, when we are going to defend the common weal of all Etruscans. It is our duty, to fight only when all other capabilities will fail. This is one of our hardest burdens my Queen."

Fineae sat at the haven of Antalya . She sum up that that was the greatest disaster she had ever been in.

She had seen that Mars had not been on their side. The Phrygians must have lured them into a trap. As the Etruscians, Romans and Egytians arrived at Phrygia they were caught in a sand storm. Fineae believed that the archpriest of the Phrygians had made this sand storm. It must have been some magic. In the sandstorm everybody got affraid and the armys faught against each other in vain. The Etruscian army got lost and the king and she had to look for the people to rally them up. King Lars was shocked so he decided to leave Phrygia.

They nearly arrived the haven as Fineaes old and brave horse MenrVa TiUr stumbled and fell. Fineae cried in agony. For sure that was the magic of the Phrygians too thought Fineae angry. For her it was really clear, that these sluts were killing poor animals for fun. Fineae took her dirk and gave the poor horse the coup de grâce.


Finally the army arrived at Burnu but the troubles did not end. The Cilician army waited in the sea next to the haven. Lars and Fineae looked for a possibility to pass the army without any troubles, but the Cilicians attacked the haven of Burnu. Lars got on the ship and Fineae tried to save the rest of the army by warnings and leading. Everyone got on the ship before the haven was destroyed. Everyone except Fineae herselve.

The ship had to leave the haven as soon as possible to not be attacked of the Ciliciaons too. Fineae tried to get on the ship but she was too late. The ship lifted without her and the haven was destroyed. There were no ships left.

She was stranded in an unknown land with unknown language, enemies behind her and with no money. Fineae flit along the beach and surched for an other haven. Finally arriving in Antalya she found one. Now she sat at the beach and waited for a ship that would arrive some time later. It would bring her back to Etruria she hoped. Back to her tribe and her familie. She hated Phrygia. She knew, that she should have never came back to this goddless land. Why hadn't she heard on her inner voice?

It hurt to think of MenrVa TiUr. Fineae loved each of her horses, but the mare was something extremly diffent for her. The horse was her first horse she ever had and it was a brave good girl that has escorted her through so many times of peace and war. She counted on MenrVa TiUr. The mare knew where the danger had been sooner than Fineae herself.

Now she was dead. She died in the land of the Phrygians. There was no blood or sign of a fight, but Fineae knew, that MenrVa TiUr must have been killed by the Phrygians. Maybe some kind of magic?

The way home to Verona was hard for Fineae. She was alone. The other warriers had left Phrygia before her. No one to talk to and she felt sorrow that she couldn't have taken her mare back home to Etruria.

On the way back home she decided to go to the cattle-market in Verona to look for a new horse. The day she arrived at Verona she visited her children and surched for her husband. The employees of the homecastle telled her, that Lars was travelling to Celtiberia for having games and that she should follow to visit Opa Kralle and his land. Fineae smiled. She hadn't seen Opa Kralle for a long time. He left her nation to get a king like Lars. Now it was time to see what he had made of the barbarian land. But before she travelled to the west, she went to the cattle-market.

There were so many horses and Fineae walked from one to the other.
MenrVa TiUR had been the best horse she ever had seen and so every other horse seemed to be worse. But suddenly she stopped. A big black arab looked at her. Fineae stepped slowly to the great horse. The horse snuffled at her hand and scratched snorting with her hoof.

"I think that's mine", she sayed. The merchant smiled. "She's a good horse", he explained. "She's beautiful like the night in Egypt and fast as the wind. But she is wild like the fire." Fineae saw the truth in her eyes and nodded. "I'll take her and the wind will be her name. I'll call her Riih." The merchant smiled. "It fits to her."

A few hours later Fineae sat on Riih, travelling to the west. She heard that the Etruscian Army was on her way to Liguria. Some of them had no horse so they would not be as quick as Fineae on Riihs back. So she knew she would catch up with them in time.