Secret Of The Crest

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Author: Demetra Gerontakis
mind me depriving you of your sleep I would be glad to share it with you.’ replied Gregor.
       ‘Yes, please do!’ said Cassandra. All the others nodded affirmatively.
       ‘Bring the wine, Fani!’ Gregor said. Another bottle of wine was brought to them and Gregor filled their glasses. They all waited patiently for the story to begin. Cassandra went over to the sofa to be closer to the rest of them and next to Gregor. She began observing him closely. She noticed he was a clean cut man with very handsome features but he looked nothing like what someone would expect the boy from the picture to grow up and look like.
       She thought to herself ‘ That little boy became so masculine and so mysterious .’ It was in fact true. When Gregor looked at someone his glance was not only mysterious but also very dark. Not devious or mean in any way but it seemed his heart hid much pain. Her thoughts stopped as Gregor began to speak.        
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
       ‘Twenty two years ago, when I was almost five years of age, we were going to have a party here in this very room. My mother and father, whose names were Eleni and Giorgo, had made all the preparations on the very same day that my baby sister was to be baptized. She was two months old and after the ceremony we were going to celebrate both events with all our relatives and friends, even our customers who were visiting were all invited to take part in our splendid feast at nine that evening. It was the 25 th of August and I remember that it became dark much earlier and the sky was dimly lighted by a huge bloody red full moon.
       After my sister’s christening at St. Giorgio’s church which is at the very top of the mountain and still stands today, we all took our horses and donkeys and made way back here. I remember my mother asking me to watch my sister a moment so that she could go down to the basement and bring up the wine. By that time most of the guests were already here and the room had become asphyxiating. The music took flight. Everything was perfect. I stayed with my sister who had fallen fast asleep and as I looked up and around at everyone who was in the room and I noticed that I did not recognize all of them, there were mostly strangers. Before I knew it mother had returned with the wine and asked me to quickly take it over to my father so that he would serve it to our guests.
       The evening celebration had finally gotten on its way. The music played endlessly the wine was consumed rapidly and all the guests ate and danced until their feet swelled. Most of them could barely stand let alone walk after so much dancing and drinking.
       It was way passed midnight when everyone froze at the chilling screams of a woman whose voice exceeded through the music. The music was ended at once and all who were there seemed to be holding their breath as they waited to find out where the sound came from. There was no other scream only a loud thump right outside the front door. I remember very vividly, my father running out of the front door.
       My mother held her hand over my eyes to protect me while she herself turned her head the other way. The sight was horrific some of the guests said. Others were throwing up. One of our lady tenants had had her throat ripped open and had bled to death outside the inn as she tried to make her way for help. She had fallen two feet away from the door.
       My father got to her too late and he asked for a sheet to cover the bloody body. Then he asked one of the guests who was also a doctor to come see the body and tell us what animal it might have been that attacked the woman. Spiros, the doctor told my father he had never seen such an animal attack before and that we couldn’t be sure it even was an animal. He
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