When the shaman was saying that the date of birth can be any day, now he wasn't exaggerating. The first woman starts giving birth the next day. It lasts for a few hours, but everything goes smoothly. It was the second child for this woman, so no one was especially concerned about complications. After everything, Naomi was invited to the tent and asked for a blessing.

  "Me? Ok. But I never do something like that." Naomi stammered. "But I will try. So maybe something simple. Grow strong and healthy, and let The Sun guide you." Naomi looks at the shaman.

  "It's a good blessing." Durtar smiled.

  "Yes, being strong and healthy is what this girl needs." Agree, happy mother.

  For no,w everything goes like all people were expecting. It was the second woman who worried the shaman and the tribe. It was her first pregnancy, and it was always hard for a future mother.

  On the fifth day of stay, it begins. Thanks to an abundance of healing potions and water from the dungeon saturated with mana, everything went well.

  "Please, Dungeon Mistress, give my boy a blessing, too." She whispered, tired enormously. Even her boy was held in the hands of one of the helper girls.

  "Of course, I give him blessing." Naomi smiled, but when she wanted to start, a mother lost consciousness.

  "She is not breathing!" Scream second helper girl.

  "Everyone move aside." Naomi moved instinctively. She laid the woman on the floor and pulled her head back. "Durtar, heal her heart, make it beat again." She ordered.

  "What?" He was surprised.

  "Move now!" She raises her voice. It was enough to force him from a stupor. He kneeled beside women and pushed some healing mana. A small spark of life was there. He saw this a few times throughout his life. He even heard stories that some high-level healer managed to reignite it, but usually, they used all mana for nothing. He pushed mana directly into her heart and was shocked. The spark grew stronger. He started to press harder, and the Mistress leaned down, after putting her lips to the woman's, she started to force air into the unconscious woman's lungs. After using half of his mana, the woman's heart starts beating again, and she takes a breath anew.

  "We did it!" Naomi celebrated.

  "Yes. you did it." Answered the new voice.

  Naomi raised her head and saw that everyone was kneeling because there were two gods present. They were twins, Nedo I Varo, god of Healers and god of Death, respectively.

  Naomi stood up, nervous.

  "Good day." She said. "I understand that I did something wrong. But if there is some law about equal exchange or something, take my soul, not her. And even if I break any rule, I don’t regret it." She added, scared and with a trembling voice but firm in her resolve.

  "That is rare. Don’t you think so, brother?" Smiled Varo.

  "True. But you are mistaken, young Dungeon Mistress. We are here to thank you, not punish you."

  "Thank me? Naomi stammered, completely confused. "But I didn't do anything special."

  "You rescued this woman's life. And through your action, at last, all those souls whose time not yet come can be rescued, top." Explained Varo.

  "You see, we were waiting for some time until someone pieced everything together and started doing what you did. Healers for a long time know that sometimes after someone's heart stops beating, there is still a small spark of life, but no one manages to find a way to reignite it."

  "And so I Nado…"

  "And I, Varo, have a task for you, chief Juntur, and you Durtar shaman of this tribe. Learn from Dungeon Mistress as much as you can about this and bring that knowledge to the Citadel of The Sun."

  "We hear, and we obey." Both of them answered immediately.

  "You, young Dungeon Mistress, should spread that knowledge, too," Nado spoke to Naomi.

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  "No problem."

  "And be warned, I will be frequently visiting you." Smiled Varo.

  "You can visit me as frequently as you want. I know what I’m. But I promise to cheat in every way possible to not give you as many adventurous souls as you expect."

  "Ha, ha, ha. I like your challenge. I will hold you to your word."

  And gods vanished.

  "Ok, everyone, it’s over," Naomi said relieved. "I think we have enough excitement for today, so maybe we will meet tomorrow after breakfast?"

  "As you wish, Dungeon Mistress." Said chief.

  "Great. I need some rest, too, so see you tomorrow."

  "Goodbye, Dungeon Mistress." Nods chief and holds the entrance to the tent for her.

  "Thank you," Naomi said.

  The next day, when Naomi came to camp, there was a visible distance from the people of the tribe. They were polite and answered her greetings but kept being official. Naomi first went to the tent where the young mother was resting.

  "Can I enter?" She asked.

  "Of course, Mistress!" One of the teenage girls helping a woman and her kid run to open the tent.

  "Thank you," Naomi answered after she was inside.

  "Thank you, Mistress, for rescuing my life." Young mother trying to stand.

  "Please sit." Naomi sighted. "I know how hard you all are, but you had an especially hard day yesterday, so you should take care of yourself."

  "Yes, Mistress." She agrees. "Can I ask why you are here?"

  "The first is to be sure you are resting properly. Your son will be counting on you. Dasn’t it?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "The second thing is to give your son a blessing. I didn’t do that yesterday, so it must be done today."

  "But you don’t need to do that. Our shaman or chief can do it, too." The young mother started protesting.

  "It’s out of the question. I give my blessing to another newborn, and it will be really bad if I don’t do that for your son. I bet that God of the Sun will descend to scold me if I don’t do that. Do you want to try it?"

  "No, Mistress."

  "Me too. So hey, little one." Naomi kneeled before the mother who was holding the child. Hearing Naomi's voice boy, starts looking at her. "Grow strong and healthy. And let The Sun guide you."

  "Thank you, Mistress." Said a really happy mother.

  "You're welcome. Keep resting. Like I said to your chef, and I will repeat that to him, you all are welcome here as long as needed."

  "Yes, Mistress. And once again, thank you for all. I don't know how to repay you for all of this."

  "Your and your child's smile is my payment. Take care of him."

  "I will."

  "Good. Now I need to go to a meeting with the chief and shaman. Rest and goodbye."

  "Goodbye."

  In another tent, the chief and the shaman were waiting for her.

  "Welcome, Dungeon Mistress." Juntur welcomed her. He tried to smile, but he was visibly tired.

  "Good morning." She answered. "We can postpone our talk for the afternoon if you need a few hours more to rest."

  "It is ok. Mistress." Said Durtar. "And we can’t let god's wait."

  "I definitely can. They ruined everything. I started being friendly with some of you, and now everything is gone. You don’t have any idea how hard it is for me to casually speak with strangers."

  "Sorry to hear that, but we have tasks given to us by them."

  "Yes, I know. Ok. Durtar, you, as a shaman and healer, should have general ideas about anatomy."

  "Yes, I have."

  "Sorry for asking, but I need to be sure. What I read in scrolls suggests that some healers prefer to use excessive amounts of mana because magic will do all the hard work."

  "It is true. With age, most healers learn that using mana in the exact spot is much better." Shaman agrees.

  "Yes. So it goes something like that. They are sort of two kinds of accidents. One kind is when someone is dead on the spot, like in fighting, or a dungeon, or falling from some high place. His body is usually badly hurt. Broken neck, organs destroyed, maybe even a broken skull."

  "Yes. No one ever survives something like that."

  "Yes. And there is this second kind. Like yesterday. The secret is that if the body is relatively intact, the soul of the person is waiting for help. But only for a short time, usually a few minutes."

  "So that's why I feel her spark of life despite her heart not beating?"

  "Yes."

  "Two questions. First, why were you pushing air to her lungs, and what do you mean by relatively intact?" Asked chief.

  "Ok. time for details." Naomi takes a sip of water and starts explaining every detail she knows.

  After five days, everyone was ready for the long journey to The Citadel of Light.

  "Thank you for staying in my oasis." Naomi smiled at the gathered tribesmen. They still keep some distance, but only a little.

  "And we thank you for your hospitality. We will spread good word about you and your dungeon." Answered the chief.

  "Thank you. Safe travel, and come visit me again in the future."

  "We will.' Smiled chief. "Stay safe, and may The Sun God stand by your side."

  "Thank you."

  Naomi stood at the gate to say goodbye to everyone. Only when the last person leaves her dungeon does she slowly go back to her private floor. She needed a long rest to calm down her emotions. It was a strange mix of relief and anxiety because she was alone.