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The Legend of the Tower Archer

Stenota comes from the name of the city where this story was written.

It was once a tower in the hills, in the midst of wilderness . The tower was, before that time, the heart of a fallen citadel, until its citizens abandoned it; it remained a ruin and the only man who lived there was a soldier.

He was the city archer, a man of about 70 years in the name of Steuriu who, both as he lived, defended the citadel and its people, scrutinizing the valley and surroundings from the tower. When the last people left, he stayed there, guarding the tower and hoping that they will return and will revive the place.

It's been years ever since, and people did not come, perhaps kept away from the emptiness of the place.

And then, Steuriu began to look through the city recesses, where still could find to eat; finally he saw some feeble vine ropes, strained through the ruins, protected from wind and sun-drenched in the afternoon .

He carefully took them, grew them year by year, as his children, and as if he would be brought them to the world, he planted vines around the ruins, at first closely, below his eyes, then in valleys around.

Slowly, the vine grew, became stronger and spread; it drove away the desert and Stenota citadel realm covered in vines, became full of life.

And at a time when Steuriu, being much older and weak, he resigned himself to loneliness and near death, but still enjoying with the last powers, the grape living nearby, the citadel people and their descendants have returned, attracted by the beauty of the place.

They remembered their city Stenota and Steuriu, the tower archer.

In his honor they began making the wine.