The Illyrian king Bisha describe himself as:

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A new knight is born. An Illirian(Albanian) heart beats in his chest. The truth is in him. A fresh area of wise eyes surrounds his face. Honor, trust, country, duties and the creation of a new family are his wishes. The future will reserve other wishes to him.

I only have one question: Why did you set me in prison. I only have one wish.Let me free.Or are the words you spoke or wrote above only nonsence and a bigh and fat lie? What did I do you, that me sewt me in prison. Where is your wisdom, your truth. Your act seems me to be foulish!!!

As the word of the prisoning reaches Shazir he is furious!
His guards all run to gather the War Leader Tigrania to plan the attack on the Illyrian King.

As they run out they pass a young Cilician corsair, who looks up with curiosity.

Shazir steps out of his tent in his battle armor and his eldest son starts strapping his weapon belt on him.
His youngest boy is already holding his helmet.

Corsair! What do you need? Why are you not ready yet to go fight and free your neighbor Johannes!

The young man looks back to his King and smiles.

Because I am him, my king. I am Johannes Mattatias, already released from prison.

Shazir stops in the middle of raising his helmet to his head....frozen. There is an odd look on his face.
Then he starts Laughing. Very hard. His two sons wondering what is the joke.

In the middle of his laughing he manages to say...
I cannot believe it! ....You are so fierce that this Illyrian has just let you free! Without any fight?!!
You are a great gift to us in Cilicia then!

Shazir put a hand on Johannes shoulder and begins to walk him like a hero to the tavern...

You must tell us all the story of this with some good drink. The Army needs a good story for their happiness. Thank the daevas you are healthy! I am still not decided on what to think of the Illyrians.
Maybe you should tell Tigrania and me more.

On that they both entered and Shazir asked all the others to stop and listen to the story for a good laugh.

Once he had begun and Shazir heard what he wanted he left Johannes behind with the men.
Shazir went to speak with Tigrania about this new tribe and share some thoughts about how to handle them.
Handle the....Illyrians.

"Well, my Archon",
was the answer of Johannes Mattatias.
"I was taken in prison by the boddy-gard of this ugly king of the Illyrians early in the morning, while I was having my breakfast and I had no chance to win or to escape. But in my cave I knocked against the door all over the night, crying: In the name of the Allmighty, the creator of heaven and earth, in the Name of my Archon, Shahir of Cilicia.I suspect to be set free in between 24 hours. There is no reason to do, what you did. It is a bad beginning of your new nation!!!
The Allmighty as well as Shahir will punish you in way, you will remember at all in more than 1000 years.

Early in the morning, long time before the cocks begin to cry, I was ordered to come, the king of Illyria wanted to see me. I said him, that I am not amused and that I don't like to see him, but I want to hear the reason of his crime against me.

Nevertheless I went to him and he said me that he knew, that he made a mistake and that I am a free mann again. And without any greetings without so say goodbye I left ugly Illirya and went home to you.

All the men laughed with the story of the ugly Illyrian and joked how he must be listening very hard to hear the footsteps of the Corsair and the battle cry on his borders.

Johannes you should make a story for the sea singers for us to enjoy this in all our generations!
It was a great story for our men.
If we sing it loud enough I am certain it will also teach a lesson to any other in the world.
I wonder what it will sound like in some of these other Western languages.

An older warrior in the drinking tent spoke up...
Like a lady weeping as all these inland warriors do! a great laugh followed.
And the Illyrians don't even have good drink yet to make their women pretty enough to steal for home!
As this was said the perfect timing, the fiercely beautiful warlord and Wisdom of Sea and Blood, Tigrania, walked in the tent with her husband the Hero, Beranos, at her side.
A Loud Cheer went up at the sight of her and him together.

The older speaker looked a little embarassed but was brave enough to stand his ground and smile nervously.
She had a very quick blade it was true....and only a few dared to make Tigrania upset.

Shazir crossed the room,

Tigrania, great fortune! I know I sent for you to plan a rescue , but the boldness of Cillicias warrior has already got him free. Celebrate with Johannes please and then we will meet and plan how the Illyrian deserves to be treated for his unwise actions. High Lord Beranos, you are welcome also.

Everyone else.....be ready. Drink for Johannes.....but be ready to fight.
Anyone gets drunk........and I will train him or her until you vomit in your sleep! Then I will let Tigrania and Beranos have you to discipline.

I hear the warband of the Hellenes and a warband of the Belgae want to *visit* our camp for some mischief. Let us all celebrate and be ready to show them our Strength and Honor!

With that he handed a drink to Johannes and nodded to Tigrania and Beranos while he left.
Meet with me... when you are ready. The Army will enjoy your presence here.

Shazir had a falcon on his mind and a different little kingdom......and his sons. At least he could smile as he heard Johannes begin the words of the story again. A lute and a pipe warming to the words.
The rowing song was beginning to shape. A song and a tale to take home.

Home....a cold hearth...but a Cilician hearth.
The seas called to him even up the valleys and rivers of this mountainous land. A heart in the world did also.
Praise the above that Johannes was free to go home again also. A good night for Cilicia.

Cursed, Foolish, and Rump Fed Chicken-King of Cilicia
First of all my most honorable King showed a gesture of goodwill to you as releasing a stinky pig to you back but even if my king stays silent im very angry to you pigs and you will pay for that
Also you have to ask for permission if you are passing from someones land and if you dont its neutral that you are imprisoned and thats what all other nations does so dont act like you are a hero that saving him men from some bad people!!!! first know to control your fool sheeps and then come attack us!!! As you tried on other nations and failed you will fail here tooo if you attack!! Also i would like to let you know that we agree your god as high as one of our common knights so when we destroy what you have you will worship our knights!!!!!
Curses be upon you ang your pig-faced raven people

On the morning as the Cilicians corsairs at beside their beached boat on the sea shore a strange sail arrives nearby.

It is a very small ship so Shazir is not much concerned. He sends only a handful of guards to the water line to shout for the owner.

The people he loves and honors are all permitted to eat while the Captain of the borrowed ship go to talk when the boat arrives.
The Cillician Wisdom, Tigrania stands nearby. The High Lords finish their plates and begin to walk to areas around the camp.
Not looking plannned but they are actually making a cautious move to watch the perimeter.

The Captains crew eat without noticing any of this. Too much trust in them that it does not concern their lives. The Cilician Corsairs do notice. They change very little but somehow are nearer to their weapons.
Their sharp eyes less on their food now and more alert to a risk of ambush.

Home is so close now. Trouble here would be a mere inconvenience.

A very thin and weathered old man steps out of the boat but will not come out of the water. He speaks a moment with a guard.
The guard is one of Shazir own personal, Talosian. He returns and takes one knee before bowing his head before Shazir.
Great King, the old man says he comes with a message to you. One from Illyria. He will not set foot out of the water though. He is like us, he loves the feel of the sea.
Shazir is curious but feels no unpleasant warning to be concerned about.

Talosian, tell him I will speak with him. Wait.
I will tell him myself. Remain here with the captain, please.
Talosian is not pleased. Not at all. He does know it is not his place to question his King.
As you wish, my King. May Daevas guard you now.
As the guard rose and only watched with discomfort, Shazir stepped to the wet sand of the surf.
He removed his sandals and then walked into the waves as fart as the boat and the old fisherman standing in the foamy wake.

Old man, do you have a message? What is your name?
In a raspy voice the man replied.
I am no-man. Do I speak with Shazir, Heart of the Flame. Known as the King of Cilicia?
You do.
Well I am a now only half a fool on a fools errand then.
The old man smiled a toothless smile and handed a parchment of tree bark like the ones found near Tibiscum which Shazir and his people had left, not so long ago.
A thing that made Shazir Very curious.
Old Man? Are you not a sea traveler? Am I mistaken about the callous on your hands and the salt dried skin tanned by many suns upon the waves?
Naye, exalted one. We both have a mark of the salt in our veins.
Smiling at the honest words and pure fearlessness of the old man, Shazir looked to the marks of the writing on the thin wood rolled in his hand. A thing he already new was widely used after the beginning of it with either the Romans or the Hellenes.
His eyes had no understanding but he saw the old man beginning to hide a smile.
You know these words already old man?
The old man just nods his head. Then slowly he says in way of excuse.
You know how it goes I think. A long and lonely trip. The winds carry my boat fast but my mind doesn't always get much to pay attention when the sea is calm. I hadda do sunthin ta not get a little loose in my attic. Please pardon.
Shazir is smiling inside but shows a fierce look of displeasure in his face.
Well then, it seems my time would be a waste to read it. Shazir hands him a small silver medallion. The old man takes it and tries it with a few of his good teeth.
There, now I have you. I expect you to die from the poison on that coin. Unless you tell me the true words of that writing here.
The old mans jaw drops open and he begins sputtering. The coin dropped in the waves at his feet.
You villian!
Quickly, Old Man, and I'll give you the antidote.
The old mans eyes light and he quickly speaks every word. Almost faster than Shazir can understand!
As he finishes nervously he drops to his knees in the water.
I did what ya asked Great Lord! Now keep your bargain! You must or I'll curse ya with my dying breath!
Shazir laughed. Not cruelly, but with genuine humor. The wet old man was just a nosy old salt with not enough mind to keep to his own business. He looked like a soggy scarecrow.

Shazir said, I believe you, old man.
Then why laugh you cruel villain!
Didn't you when you read it first?! Now the cure is to share a pint of drink with us and eat your fill of breakfast!

As Shazir turned he knew exactly what was happen behind him by watching the others relax and resume eating. He turned to ask the messenger to hurry up while waving Talosian to get a drink and a dry set of his best clothes for the old man.
There in the surf on his knees soaking wet, the old man sat. His mouth wide open. As the two looked into each other eyes the old man read the joke between them and began to laugh and splash the water.

Haya, Old man! Get the silver before the sea has it! It is for you to tell the comedian Mert, my reply. We need to get you dry and fead too.

Tell him, he can speak to me personally of his grievance if his piggy legs and scrawny chicken arms can manage to bring him to see me face to face over his ugly nose and his cow fat face! Until that day comes I will watch Illyria for more trouble than it can handle.

With all that done the day was spent at repairing ship and boat and drinking to a journey home and stories of what lovers and heros would do when they returned to their families.
The next morning everyone went on with the rest of their voyage.