And He Lives
January 26th 2012 19:04
The Gold and Silver Mummy
By
A.T.Darey
I lived in a world where all people were happy. There was no hunger, no war, and no want for something better. My people were carefree. Love abounded. Neighbors were friendly and cordial towards one another. Money was never an issue as all shared equally in the bounty of the gold and silver that was readily available throughout the land. All was well through the land.
Life as we knew it could not have been better. This is how it had been for thousands of years.
Then one day from across the seas. A ship arrived. On board were these people that to us seemed very, very, different to us. The way that they dressed, the way they addressed their companions. The way that they treated their women, all the thing that they did seemed odd. Some of the people in the village were worried. Whispers’ began to flow thru the town. These people do not belong here. These strangers they are evil. They have brought with them intoxicants that make the mind addle. Indeed said another, we surely must request that they leave our land at once never to return. For if they should stay, our land will become corrupt. I have witnessed the effect that they have had on some of the town’s people. I tell you an ill wind blows. Their wicked ways have already begun to change the mood of our once happy land. They have beguiled the children. Our young men have started smoking and drinking. There has been looting and brawling in the streets.
As good as life had been, it was slowly turning into a world of depraved indifference. There was no longer unity among neighbors, disorder everywhere. The homes we once cherished began to crumble. All was lost due to those strangers from across the sea.
We implored them to leave our land; they only scoffed and laughed at our request. They were letting us know, that it was no longer our land. What once was, is no more. What you had is gone never to return. We brought you things from our land. Things which your people chose to partake of. Things your people willfully and knowingly abused. So again I say to you, this is not your land. Maybe it truly never was.
This was very distressing to me. I had to think of a way to free my people from this evil that had plagued our once happy home. They had not discovered our abundance of silver or gold yet. So I along with some of my more apt townsmen formulated a plan, one that would focus on these new comes greed as much as their need for power and control.
This plan though well-conceived, was ill fatted from the beginning. The offer of great wealth only made them want more. Soon my people found themselves enslaved. They worked the gold and silver mines. Eighteen hour days, seven days a week was not uncommon for us to do. Their power grew to enormous proportions. At some point they sent word to the land from which they had come, of the riches to be found here. Soon we were overrun with hoards of these barbaric intruders. Things went from horrible to horrific.
Life was unbearable. Prayer we thought was the answer. Prayer would save us all.
This was against the laws that they imposed upon us. Anyone caught would be put to death. In the most horrible fashion imaginable. Boiled alive in oil, dipped in acid beginning with the feet, healed and dipped again to the knee, healed dipped again to the waist, at which point you would not only beg for the sweetness of death, but welcome its sweet end. Many a home had hidden coves under the floor where people would seek shelter from those that would do them harm. The powers that be would learn of these hidden coves under the floors of the homes, of the law breakers. Their fate would be the worst of them all.
Those that would be caught would be subjected to water torture, bound by their arms and legs, with a drip system placed above their head and a steady incessant drip of water falling upon their forehead. They would receive no liquids by mouth only bits of garlic to suck on every other day to keep them alive. The dripping water however would never stop. After about a week the prisoner would be removed and placed in a burial room where they would await what was to come. This would be of no surprise as before they were subjected to witness the fate of the man, woman, or child before them. The mummification of the poor soul. The agony was slow and deliberate. For they would not kill the intended, instead the process involved removing the organs of the accused one by one a lengthy process one organ at a time , treated and cured, placed in its’ eternal urn for all to see so they too would know their fate should they dare to oppose the new order. The worst of the act what you would fear the most of all would be the day that you saw the hook. The hook a vile instrument long and slender shiny made of metal would be placed by your head just visible out of the corner of your eye, you knew when you saw this that the end was near. Only this could be days, weeks, or even months. All that you knew for sure was that once they came for you and a holy man came with them your demise was imminent.
They would come, you would only see their shadow, but you knew. As sure as you knew your own name, you knew what was to come. The wailing outside would begin and then the chanting of the holy men. You did not want to hear what was to follow. The screams, the beginning of the end. , so loud, so mournful, so unearthly. To the point of making you insane. You knew in your heart of hearts that the pain to come should not be imposed upon any living being. An urn would be placed next to the slab upon which you lay splayed with no hope of escape. The chanting would stop, but the screams, oh the screams seemed to go on and on and on. You knew that the time had come for the end. The holy man would grasp that menacing hook and hold it before you so that you could see the very thing that would bring your life to an end. Slowly he would brush the hook across your face, your senses would be heightened to a fever pitch, and then the metal would ever so lightly graze you lips. As you lay there begging for mercy, he would place the tip of the hook at your nasal cavity and begin to insert it into your head. Still you lay there begging them to stop, to no avail. Slow and steady the prod would go in and up and you could feel the cold metal as it entered your skull. The last thing you would feel is the rip as your brain was pulled out of your head through your nose a bloody painful mess to say the least or in the case of the accused to say no more. Once the process was completed, your scraps of brain matter would be scattered upon the floor quite unceremoniously dooming your eternal soul to an afterlife of lost torment. It was believed at the time that if your brain was destroyed in death that your soul would have no direction.
These men supposedly holy were far from being so. An act performed for the masses, a means of control, giving false hope to those that believed. It was only an act. They did not care, nor did they believe their only interest was to maintain order over those which they controlled. The task completed they would remove their garbs and retire to the anti-chamber where they would drink and fornicate with the slave women chosen for their entertainment and pleasure.
It was also their law that the name of the condemned never be spoken aloud by anyone for a period of no less than four full moons. This was the period of forgetfulness. As the time passed we had no choice but to conform to our new dictators rules. Subject to all that they imposed upon us. There was no escape. All that we had come to know and love was now a vague memory.
However still there were a few, very few, but a few that still believed that some salvation of the good life that once prevailed thru out our land could be restored. On the outskirts of the town remained one place that had not been discovered by the interlopers. Hidden deep very deep underground, where true holy men gathered in secret away from prying eyes.
This council as it were, was comprised of a group of six men and six women. The male elder was named was named Michael a man of more than 250 years. No one knew exactly just how old he was. His knowledge of our people was the greatest in all the land. His wife Elizabeth a handsome woman was the matriarch of the clan. She was revered by all. She was a stern woman and had little time for frivolity. It was she that tempered Michael in harried times not unlike what we were facing now. Then there was James and Sharon they served as the ministers of finance assuring that all was well with commerce in the land. Christopher and his wife Karen had the duty of maintaining peace and were the magistrates of all legal matters. Keith and Donna served in a ministerial capacity serving the peoples spiritual needs, overseeing what had been the church for the town. Maurice and Latisha they were a special couple visionaries if you will. They had the ability to literally see into a persons’ heart and know what was and was not. Sandra was once a working woman who served the lustful needs of any and all that desired her company. This was not a choice the she had made, but rather her station in life from the time of her conception. She was not perceived as a loose woman but more as a means of satisfaction to relive certain tensions one may wish to expel. Lastly there was Thomas the town crippled. He served no actual function in the community but his faith and determination afforded him a position on the council as a reminder for those who thought that their lot in life was worse than that of his fellow man.
Michael and Elizabeth were in their home, discussing the issue that faced their land.” Michael what can we do to return thing back to the way they used to be,” said Elizabeth. In all my years we have never encountered such blatant disregard from outsiders as we have from these Neanderthals. We have tried to reason with them, we have offered them precious metals and still this has only served to evoke in them a greater desire to overtake our land and our people. We will not last much longer at this rate. They are rationing our own food from the fields that we work and the livestock that we tend. Taking the choicest of them for their own resources. Taxing us for the land which we have always claimed as our own, and punishing us when we cannot measure up to their demands. We cannot refuse them as it only makes them angrier. We cannot fight back because we have never had to fight for what is ours. We are theirs to do with as they please. Our prayers seem to go unanswered. Even though we still honor and worship as we always have, albeit in secrecy. I can see no definitive means to an end of these troubled times my dear wife. Still we must not give in to their way of life. It is because of our faith that we have managed to sustain what little we still possess. This is not a matter I wish to undertake myself, even with you by my side it is not enough.
I will contact the other members of the council, so that we may meet in our secret place to discuss how best to deal with this situation.
James and Sharon were out in the field tending to their animals, what few that they had left. The bright sun beaming down upon them, only eased by the occasional brief breeze that wafted thru the meadow where there sheep lazily grazed upon the succulent grasses. This was unusual only due to the fact that normally Sharon would normally be working on the financial matters of the town ensuring that the town was maintaining its needed and necessary flow to sustain the town. While James although a financial minister himself, would during the day, tend to their livestock and the fields. However due to the changes that had occurred there was no need for either of them to concern themselves , as they had been relieved of these duties and were no more than mere peasants. They felt that their skills and resourcefulness was going to waste. Many a night James would here his beloved softly weeping in their bedchamber. It seemed to him that with each passing day she would wither just a bit more. He was at a loss and could not figure out what he could do the lift her spirits. It was not that they had given up it was more like they had resigned themselves to the lot that they had been dealt.
Christopher and Karen were not used to giving up quite so easily. After all they had been basically the law of the land. They were angered that the people had become so gullible and easily swayed by the newcomers. In hindsight the wished that they had provided training in armaments’ to their people, so that they would at least have had a chance to defend what they had. Instead they watched the people cower in fear and shame. They were disgusted with what they had become. Filled with rage that they had lost control, of their precious liberties. Now they spent their days feeding the chickens and milking the cows. Arguing constantly over petty matters. This made for a very unhappy home.
Their neighbors Keith and Louise could not help but here this constant bickering. They had never known Christopher and Karen to go at it so frequently or over such nonsense. Their home was at one time also the town church. Any semblance of a church had been removed by the new overlords. Still they treated it as what it was meant to be. They could no longer hold church services but they knew that the salvation of the town needed someone to pray for an end to the tyranny. What few items they had been able to stow away they used to make a makeshift altar, in a closet. They shared in the sacrament on their usual holy day as they had done since their appointment. They did not know how or when the new comers would be ousted but they believed it would come soon.
Opposite of them lived Maurice and Rene they were considered different. Not that they looked different or spoke different or ever acted any different from any other townsmen. It was what they did or rather could do. Not even the interlopers were too quick to mess with them. They had seen what these two were capable of, and they were scared. You see, Maurice and Rene knew thing about people. They need but touch you and could tell what was truly in your heart. There was no way to lie to them you did not even have to speak, and they knew without a doubt all your secrets. For this reason they had been ordered to have their lounges removed. So that they could not tell what they knew. However the invaders were not aware that they had made provisions for such an occurrence. They had a written language that they had made up. To anyone that looked at the scrawling’s that they made it made no sense. However to those that shared in their secret all was clear. To further their ruse they began to drink, not to get drunk mind you, but just to give the appearance of being drunk. They had convinced the leaders to allow them to become the cooks for them, so as to have an insider’s view of the activities going on among them. Even though they could not speak, they still were able to gain knowledge from those that they came into contact with. This information they thought could at some point in time be useful, they just bib not know what or when. At the end of every day they would return to their home where they would transcribe what they had learned that day onto pieces of pottery that they made for sale in the open market held in the town square. These were not actually sold but given to the other council members that would also seem to be at the market selling their wares.
Sandra was another infiltrator she blended well with the other whores. She was quite a striking woman even at the age of one hundred and ten. To look at her she still appeared to be a very young woman of about twenty-five no older. Her wisdom however was equal to her true age though. She would bed the men, performing what acts that they desired, all the while gaining their trust. She knew how to use what gifts she possessed. She would speak when spoken to, but she would let them lead the conversation and ramble on about whatever they chose to talk about. This she thought would allow her to gain information from the loose lips of the drunken men, and in turn give her added fuel to assist in bringing down their reign of power.
Thomas the last member of the council was a quiet man never saying much to anyone was very mild mannered. He had lost the use of his legs at an early age. Trampled by his own horses one day when they were spooked by some children playing. He spent his days now just watching the world go by. He was not a burden to anyone as he still was able to get about with the aid of his carriage that the town had constructed for him. He never was the same after the accident. Still he persevered, going about his business in a quiet fashion.
They had all received word from Michael that a meeting needed to be held to discuss how best to reclaim their lost land and people. They would meet on the day that they knew the invaders would be out scouting the land for more conquest. On the eve of the meeting Michael went deep into the forest to check and see that the meeting place had not been discovered. Even though he already knew that there was no way that they could possibly find its location. Hidden by an overgrowth of thickets and thorn bushes the entrance could only be accessed one way, not visible to the naked eye. Once inside you had to travel down two miles from the surface. This was an ideal location, because it allowed for open talks that could not be overheard from the surface. This place had been here even longer than he had. Those before him had fashioned it for the very same reasons. Once inside you would not know you were two miles underground. It appeared to be illuminated by phosphorus rock that made it as bright as day. The furnishings were constructed from the silver and gold from the mines with a large rectangular table at its center. The chairs were made of oak with very high backs and cushioned with down feathers covered in hemp died orange. Even though there was plenty of light on the walls were large sconces not so much used for light, but more so to provide a heat source. These were necessary because it was very cold in there. Also it did not require ventalitation being that a large fire source would produce smoke that could be detected from the outside. Michael came to light the sconces so that it would be comfortable for them the following night. This meeting would take some time and he figured that they should have some creature comforts. He had also brought along some bread and goat cheese. There were some metal cups there for them to drink from. There was no need to bring anything to drink as there was an underground water source that they could use.
The following day everything went as it had the days before, with no change. Night fell and the town grew quiet except for the few drunken vagabonds outside the tavern. Quietly under cover of the night the members of the council departed their homes to gather at the secret meeting place. Keith and Louise were over at Thomas’ house because they had to help him to get to the meeting. They had fashioned a stretcher to carry him. It was awkward but they made good time.
When they had all arrived they sat at the table in silence. Enjoying this moment of relative normalcy. Sandra got up to get them all some water and Sharon gave each of them some of the bread and cheese. The others just sat, seemingly deep in thought not yet ready to speak what was on their mind.
Elizabeth finally said,” Well does anyone have any ideas that we can use to get rid of these people.” I have given you all the information that I have been able to acquire from my encounters with the troops, Sandra interjected.
Michael has reviewed the messages that Maurice and Rene have been able to gather from the head leaders and it seems that they are becoming very complacent. Content with what is happening about them. I think now would be a good time to strike, said Christopher. Just how do you expect us to get the upper hand on them? We have no weapons. Our men have no training in combat. Do you think we can just walk in on them and say to them, give us back what is rightfully ours, and they will do it? I don’t think that is a wise move, said Thomas.
Well do you have a better plan retorted Karen. While I agree with my husband that we must act, I do see the foolhardiness of such actions. It would only lead to more bloodshed and increased sanctions, which we cannot bear. Cooler heads must prevail at this time. If we do not come up with a well thought out strategy we will only serve to place another nail in our own coffin. James you are very quiet, what do you think.
I can only repeat information that you already know, James began. These monsters are out of our league, we are, as we know, unskilled in in matters of war. This is not the type of situation that calls for counting of numbers or the hordes of intruders that continue to arrive on our shores almost daily. Our own people, here and from neighboring towns are becoming mere pawns for their slave trade. Our women turned into whores for their pleasure. Even our children are deprived of basic needs, such as food and shelter because they must work the mines as well. We have experienced more death since their arrival than we have had here in the last two decades. Not to mention those whom have not become corrupted by vices, that once were never even considered here, they are too afraid to do anything. I am at a loss and can see no viable course of action that we can pursue. Louise do you have anything to add to what James has said? , asked Michael.
The only thing I am sure of is that if we do not come up with a sound plan and soon we will soon cease to exist and life as we have known it to be will become a memory. I continue to pray that an answer will come to us before it is too late.
Thomas tells us what you have observed on your trips into town; said Michael.
I too have nothing to add that would be of any value in a resolution to this dilemma. Only, I cannot get this feeling that something great is on the horizon. Something of such magnitude, that it will change thing across the land forever. However I must agree with Louise we must continue to pray for our salvation. It is all that we have to fortify us now.
Maurice and Rene sat, listening and observing all the activities and conversations going on around them holding hand so that they may communicate with each other. Even though they could not speak and touched no other person in the room they could feel the anguish and frustration of their friends yet could offer no consolation.
The room went silent; all members of the council looked drained from the strain of trying to formulate a plan of action.
After some time had passed Michael stood to address the council. I have sat here thinking about all that we had said here tonight, and each of you has made very valid points to be considered. It is true that our people have no training in combat. This holds true for most of our neighboring towns as well, and yes we must strike and strike soon. Prayer has been our way in times of turmoil, but in this particular case it would seem that prayer is not going to be enough. We do have a course of action that we can follow, but it is a course that would mean a great sacrifice would have to be made. These ways have not been implemented for many hundreds of years. I have only heard tales that were passed down from the ages. It may only be just a tale told to entertain children. There are no actual records of it actually ever taken place. Do you know the tale of which I am referring to? The members of the council all looked at one another and looked back to Michael and nodded in unison. Well as such I must say that this undertaking will require a person of great moral fiber, moreover this person must have a faith that could not be shaken under the most extreme conditions. I cannot make such a decision as to who among us should make such a sacrifice. I can only ask that you as individuals look into your own hearts and ask yourselves, if it is you that would be willing to give your life for the greater good of your countrymen and the restoration of peace for our people. I want you all to go home now as it will soon be morning and we will meet here again tomorrow night after we have had some time to consider what it is we have chosen to do.
They all stood. Joining hands in a farewell prayer. Maurice and Rene took this opportunity to search the hearts of the council members. Some of the things they saw both shocked and appalled them, but they never let it show. They all returned to their respective homes for the night. All considering what tomorrow would bring.
When Michael and Elizabeth returned to their home, Elizabeth began to express her opinion regarding her feelings about what Michael had proposed. How could you suggest such a thing, I am certain that you will not be making such a sacrifice. It would not only be foolish because of your position in the community, not to mention you are far too old for such an undertaking. I would not stand for it. I have been with you far too long in this life to lose you for something, as you yourself have said to something that my only be a story. Even if one of the other members of the council were to volunteer I don’t think any of them have the courage that is necessary for an undertaking of such magnitude. Michael glared at his wife in disbelief. Who are you to judge what is in the heart of another person. How dare you be so presumptuous? You say what others have and do not have, or what they will or will not do. Yet I have not heard you say anything of what you are willing to do. So tell me my dear, are you willing to make the sacrifice to save our way of life? Elizabeth could not believe that Michael had spoken to her in such a manner. She knew that his words were not intended to hurt her, still they did. She bolted from the room in tears. Michael did not go after her, he chose instead to give her time to absorb what had been said and sat quietly by the fire.
Keith and Louise were dumbfounded. They could not understand why such a thing would even be suggested.” It would be suicide for one and murder for the person committing the Hanes act” said Keith. Both their souls would be eternally dammed. Never to enter the gates of heaven. “Perhaps “, said Louise but on the other hand perhaps not. If you recall in the story it was not considered suicide, but a great act of selflessness not unequal to the sacrifice that someone else had made so very long ago. If the tale does hold true, then they too would be elevated to a higher plane and enter into the gates of heaven for such a selfless act of bravery. Keith considered this, and had to agree that what she had said merited consideration.
James and Sharon sat at their small kitchen table eating soup that Sharon had prepared for them earlier in the day. James said to Sharon, “The person that made this sacrifice would be doing us all a great service.” What would you think if I proposed that I be the volunteer? Sharon looked at him and replied to be honest I was considering the very same thing. I have reservations though. I know that my faith is strong. As strong as yours me beloved, yet I do not know if it is strong enough to test in this respect endeavor. If there were some way to validate this legend, something concrete as evidence, I would be more apt to consider volunteering that one of us be the sacrificial offering as it were.
Christopher and Karen were arguing as usual. Only this argument actually made sense.” I will volunteer to save our land”, said Christopher. It is the right thing to do. I am the strongest of all our members, for that matter I am the strongest man for many miles around. Even their great leader is no match for me. It is true that you are very strong husband began Sharon, but I will be bearing our first born soon and there is no way that I can manage to care for a small child and tend to all the things needed to be done around here. Your place is by my side. I know it sounds selfish of me to say let someone else volunteer, but, you know that my health has not been the best of late. Should I not survive the birth of this precious gift we have been given, our child would be left with no one. That would not be fair, so I implore you not to make yourself a martyr. Instead think of your family and be here for us.
Maurice, Rene, and Sandra had returned to the new leaders’ main house. Maurice and Sharon to the kitchen to begin preparation of the morning breakfast meal and Sandra to the chambermaid’s quarters. Maurice and Rene had noticed that the house was unusually quiet. There was not the usual chatter going on that was customary at this time of day. Something had happened, something bad. As they when to gather the eggs and milk for the breakfast meal they noticed that they were getting strange looks from the people as they passed by. This in itself was not so unusual, only it was like the people gave them an even wider berth, avoiding them as if they were diseased. It was the same for Sandra. When she entered the sleeping chamber all the other women moved away from her. When she asked what was wrong no one spoke to her, they just turned their backs to her and ignored her as if she were not even in the room. She chalked it up to jealousy and thought nothing more about it. She fell into a deep slumber. With sleep came nightmarish images of carnage and destruction. This woke her several times, until finally she gave up on sleep and decided to wander about the town to see what if anything was going on.
Thomas could not be still, his mind racing a mile a minute. He thought of his friends and all the people that had been so good to him. He was not dependent on any of them for anything that he needed. Still he always had people dropping by to bring him a plate of food or kindling for his fire, or just to visit. It was not out of pity, but friendship. Still as he sat on his stoop he could not help but feel sad. Here he was a man with no legs to speak of, always graciously taking what his neighbors provided for him, but never being able to give anything in return. He knew of the story that Michael had referred to all too well. He had often told it to small children, so that they would know some of their past, and how their people had overcome adversity long ago. This time though he was considering just what was involved to attain such a lofty goal. He knew that of all the members of the council that he had the least to lose, and thought to himself that it would be a way for him to give back to others for all that they had given him. He did not consider himself a hero by any stretch of the imagination, but he did know that it was the right thing to do. He had made up his mind and was resolute in his decision. He would do this for his people as a way to repay them for all that he had been given.
They all came to the meeting place later that night to discuss what they were going to do. Michael and Elizabeth sat in their seats stone faced not willing to show the concern they both felt for such a grave matter. When everyone was seated, Maurice and Rene rose in unison. All eyes fell upon them. It was not like them to wish to address the council because they had no word with witch to communicate. They as one looked at each member of the council in turn and then Maurice reached into his pouch and produced a parchment. He handed it to Michael who took a few moments to look it over and then he in turn handed it to Elizabeth. The two of them took their seats and Elizabeth rose to speak.
“Our voices have been silenced as you know, but we still have to share with you what we have discovered since our last meeting. We have used the gifts that we possess to gather new information from our captors as to what they propose to do with us. As you were going about your business today you may have noticed that others have been avoiding you. The reason for this is we have been spied upon by one of our own and reported to the new rulers of our land. We are considered traitors and anarchist. A threat to the new order. It has been proposed that we all be put to death. The only reason that we still are alive it that they do not want to start a full out rebellion of the people. These people are afraid. They do not know what we are up to, but they are aware that we are plotting something. If we are going to go forward with what Michael has suggested then we strongly advise that a decision be made this very night”. Elizabeth sat back down.
Michael rose to address the council. “We know why we have come tonight”. This news only reconfirms what we already know must be done. We have had some time to consider my proposal and now it is time to decide on our course of action. If any of you have come up with a better plan now would be the time to voice it. No one said a word, so Michael continued. Well then since none of you has anything to say it is time to decide upon whom of us shall volunteer to be sacrificed so that our land can be saved.
The room was deathly quiet, every member of the council looking very somber. Thomas gathered his courage, took a large gulp of water and began to speak. As I look around this room I see the faces of my friends that I have known for more than fifty plus years. You must all know that I consider you to be my family. For all the times good and bad we have always been there for each other. All of you were there for me when I had my accident, and have continued to be my strength. Giving me a reason to go on, I on the other hand have not been able to give anything in return. It is for this reason, and many others that I have decided to volunteer myself to be sacrificed.
You could see the surprised looks on many of the faces of the council. Christopher said, “You must be joking. There is no way a crippled can do this. He cannot even stand on his own. How could he possibly be our salvation! I have discussed it with my wife and although she objects I think that I would be a better candidate. I am in good health and I am undoubtly the fittest among us. This started a clamor threw out the room. Michael raised his hand to quiet them. Bickering among ourselves will get us nowhere. It appears that we have to very noble men willing to give their lives to restore order to our land.
If there are no objections, I would like for Maurice and Rene to use their gift to help us determine which of these two men would be the best candidate for this job. Therefore by a show of hands, first are we in agreement that these two men worthy candidates? Everyone raised their hand in agreement. Secondly by a show of hands, do we all agree to be bound by the conclusion that Maurice and Rene reach and that we shall all support that decision. Again they all raised their hands in agreement.
Maurice and Rene stood at the back of the room where Thomas and Christopher joined them. First they placed their hands over Christopher’s heart after what seemed an eternity they removed their hands and motioned for him to take his seat. Then they knelt down beside Thomas and placed their hands over his heart. For some strange reason they could not detect what was in his heart, in fact they could not even detect his beating heart. They indicated this to Michael, one by one each member of the council placed their hand on his chest and none of them could detect a beat. This they thought was impossible how could a man that appeared to be as alive and healthy as everyone else not have a beating heart? Maurice and Rene were doubly perplexed because just the other night they were able to detect the feelings of everyone in the room. Maurice quickly scribbled a note on a piece of paper. On it he had written that he wanted everyone in the room to join hands, they all did not knowing why. However when they did so Maurice and Rene were able to see what was in Thomas’ heart. They concluded that Thomas had the heart of a man that beat not for himself but for his people. This made the decision of which of the two men to very clear. There was no doubt that Thomas was the man best suited for this job. Rene wrote this information on a piece of paper and handed it to Michael. All the members of the council sat quietly and waited for him to speak. We have our chosen volunteer he began, as you are all aware one of the requirements is that the person chosen must be a person of the people. They must live not for themselves, but for the greater good of others this is their purpose in life. When we joined hands the heart of one man beat for all of us. Thomas it is you that we shall look to for the salvation which we desire. Only you can help us in this hour of need. Devine intervention has made this decision taking it out of our hands. They all agreed. This was how it should be.
Now that we have reached a decision it is time to begin the process of transformation. Thomas you must begin to fast and you must do so for the next seven days. You may only drink water and nothing more. You must pray during your fast. Asking for guidance to show you the path that will lead you to do what must be done. While you are doing so, we will gather the necessary things needed to fortify you and make you an unstoppable force, so that you will be able to carry out justice without falter. Are you ready to begin the process? Thomas looked at Michael and nodded. Michael continued, now you must also remain here in the forest away from all human contact. This will help you better commune with nature and become one with the land. Take these following days and learn to feel what it is that will make thing right. On the seventh day we will all return here and you will be ready to move forward. Do you understand these instructions I have given you? Again Thomas nodded that he understood.
Michael, asked Thomas, what about my home and my horses. Michael answered, “Your home will be set on fire and burned to the ground. We will find a body to place inside so that they think that you died in the fire. As for your horses we will distribute them to your neighbors that can use them. Anything else will be properly disposed of”.” Thank you Michael”, said Thomas. They all joined hands for one final prayer as a council and departed, leaving Thomas alone in solitude.
Day turned to night one after the other, but Thomas had no idea of what time of day or night it was. The cave being illuminated by the phosphorus rocks did not allow him to discern the difference between night and day. He focused on getting to know his surroundings. By the third day he was able to distinguish all the sounds emanating from the forest that reached his ear, the chirping of the various birds, the scurrying of the insects that lived on the forest floor, the smells of the blooming flora and all their nuances. Thomas was learning quickly and acclimating very well to his new life. He thought to himself, this is good, I am seeing things in a whole new way my senses are becoming more acute. As elated as I am with each new discovery, it saddens me at the same time. I can feel the pain of my people as if it were I out there suffering and being tormented by those tyrants. This only gives me greater resolve. As I sit in this cave deep in the earth I will continue to focus on learning all that I can, honing my mental state to a level not before achieved by any other that has come before me.
Life above ground became more trying with each passing day. The troops had started to increase their rounds of the town. They took pleasure in assaulting the town’s people just because they could. They increased the taxes again to the point that they considered themselves lucky to have enough to have one meager meal a day. They also started to remove more of the women from the town to satisfy their insatiable lust. The men were now working twenty hours per day, and if they could not pull their weight they were punished. It was the same in all the nearby towns as well. The interlopers were taking over and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.
The other council members continued as they always had, going about their daily task as if nothing had changed. With the exception of the fire they had set, for all intent and purpose not much was different. However in secret they were making preparation for the ceremony that they would take place tomorrow night. All the oils and incense were already in the cave all they needed to bring was the gown hand made from the strands of wool of an anointed lamb, and the tears of sorrow from twelve children. Louise took care of fashioning the gown and since Sandra was accustomed to being seen all about town she took care of collecting the vile of tears necessary to complete the gown.
The following morning Michael acted like he was ill, so that he would not have to go with the other men to work. They assumed this to be true because of his age, and did not want the others to retaliate because they had made their once former leader work when his health seemed to be failing. The ruse had worked. When all the others had gone off to the mines, Michael secretly made his way to the cave. When he arrived he found Thomas sitting by the entrance to the cave still hidden by the brush but as frail and withered as a skeleton. Thomas just seemed to stare right thru him. Michael though old and seemingly frail himself, had a great deal of strength. He easily lifted Thomas and carried him back down the two miles into the cave. He placed Thomas in a chair and got him a cup of water. Thomas refused to drink saying there was no need. He had all that he could drink and needed no more. This was a sign to Michael that Thomas was ready to make the transition. He did not say another word. Michael moved over to a wall in the cave and turned one of the sconces. When he did this a section of the floor opened and exposed a sub-chamber in the cave.
This chamber was even more ornately adorned than the chamber above. This was however not a chamber for meetings but a burial chamber. In it were three coffins of which one was occupied. In a corner of the room were tools used for smelting. Michael started the fire under the two smelting pot and in the first he loaded with gold and in the second he filled it with silver. The billows needed to keep the fire stoked and at the right temperature were connected to a weight and pulley system powered by a steady stream of water when placed under its flow. The smoke that was produced went out of a hole above the pots that drew in into the mines where the men were working. The smoke would not be detected because the exit for the smoke was high above the men’s heads and blended in with all the dust that was created from the digging.
Once Michael was satisfied that the fire was going well he went back up to where Thomas was and set the sconce in its’ proper position closing the entrance. He then took a seat next to Thomas, and took his hands into his own. Thomas looked at Michael and asked, “Is it time?” Tonight, when we all return Michael replied. Thomas lowered his head and did not say another word. Michael stood and departed.
That night all of the council members gathered at the cave. When they saw Thomas they thought that he was dead. For a long time he did not move, then he raised one of his scrawny hands and to no one specifically asked for a sip of water. Keith hurriedly retrieved a cup of water and held it to Thomas’ lips. Thomas took a sip and pushed the cup away. Michael went over to the wall and reopened the secret chamber he went down to check on the fires under the smelting pots. The metal inside both the pots had transformed into liquid and was ready to be used. Michael went back up the stairs and directed the women to clear the table. Once the table was clear, the men gently placed Thomas in the center of the table. Christopher helped Thomas sit upright by supporting his back. They removed the clothing that he was wearing and replaced them with the gown that Louise had made. Elizabeth then took the vile containing the children’s tears from Sandra and poured have the vile into a cup containing shaving of silver and gold which she handed to Michael. Michael took the cup over to the table where Thomas sat and said to Thomas,” My child we have now begun there is no turning back.” You must drink this; it will give you greater clarity so that you will see the pain and suffering that has spread through the land. Thomas did not reply. Michael placed the cup to Thomas’ lips and drank with much effort. When he had finished, Christopher eased Thomas down to a laying position and folded his arms across his chest. Louise took the oil’s and the vile containing the tears and combined them in the same cup that Thomas had drunk from and began to anoint Thomas with the mixture. Starting at his head, she applied the mixture to every inch of his body. When she was done as a group they placed their hands on Thomas and said a prayer of forgiveness. Thomas was able to communicate all that he was feeling and assured them that all would be well. Michael informed the group of what was in the chamber below them and said to them, “We will now finish the process down there. Keith gathered Thomas in his arms and cradled him as if he were an infant, tears streaming down his face, they all proceeded down to the other chamber and Michael instructed Keith to place Thomas in the second coffin. He then told Maurice to place logs in the opening under the coffin and to lite them. Once the fire was going well Thomas said to them, “I feel very tired, I think I will go to sleep now.” With that he closed his eyes, and seemed to be at peace.
There were two openings on the coffin one at the head and one at the foot of the coffin. They connected pipes to both of the openings and maneuvered them in such a way that they could pour the liquid metal into the pipes that were connected to the coffin. Then they placed a metal lid on the top of the coffin. The fire under the coffin grew in strength yet there was no sound of torment emanating from within. James stood next to one pot and Maurice stood next to the other, Michael nodded to them and they began to pour the metal into the pipes that would fill the coffin. Even though they knew that no one could possibly withstand the intense heat that the metal would surely cause upon contact with their flesh, the still heard nothing from Thomas within. When to two pots were completely empty they removed the two pipes and sealed the openings. They all returned upstairs and Michael sealed the opening for the last time.
Michael sighed, turning to the group he said, “We have done all that we can now the rest is up to Thomas.” In a few days, if all goes well, we should begin to see a change in the way things are around here.
Nine days had passed and nothing was any different than it had been before. On the tenth day some of the intruders started to become ill in the main house. At first they thought that someone had poisoned their drinking supply. So they started to have their slaves drink and taste whatever they wanted to eat or drink before they would touch it. None of the tasters became ill, still more and more of the men were getting sick. Some of the townspeople also became ill as well. No one could figure what was causing the sickness. No one except the members of the council, they knew exactly what was happening. In the privacy of their own homes they all gave thanks. They knew that Thomas was at work, cleansing the land of all the evil and corruption that had overtaken their land. In the twilight hours of the night just before dawn some of the people in the town had seen a shiny figure just outside the forest. The figure walked upright like a man but just as quickly as he appeared he was gone. This happened for several days, and with each passing day more and more people became Ill. The intruders never got better and many were very near death. No one could figure out what was happening. People were scared, and even though it was against the law many began to pray to be forgiven for their transgressions. For some it was too late, for others that had persevered all of the hardships without complaint they had been spared. Within twenty one days all of the evil had been cleansed from the town. Reports started to come in from neighboring towns that the troops that had taken control of their lands were beginning to die off. Many of the invaders feared for their lives and those still in good health decided that before they fell victim the strange sickness, it would be wise for them to leave this land. They boarded their ships to sail for other parts far away from this place, but it did them no good. When they got their ships into deep water where they thought that they would be safe, Thomas stirred the waters into such a torrent that the ships were made to crash upon the rocks beneath the sea. None of them survived. All drowning or mangled on the rocks, becoming food for the creatures of the sea. Over the following weeks the lands near and far were transformed back to their peaceful state. Families were reunited and prosperity returned to what it once was.
After a period of time the remaining council members returned to Thomas’ final resting place to give thanks. When they arrived at the chamber they discovered that everything was as it had been before the ordeal started, only the lid of the coffin now had a very accurate impression of Thomas’ persona etched in its’ surface, and then they were certain that all was right with the world in which they lived.
The End
By
A.T.Darey
I lived in a world where all people were happy. There was no hunger, no war, and no want for something better. My people were carefree. Love abounded. Neighbors were friendly and cordial towards one another. Money was never an issue as all shared equally in the bounty of the gold and silver that was readily available throughout the land. All was well through the land.
Life as we knew it could not have been better. This is how it had been for thousands of years.
Then one day from across the seas. A ship arrived. On board were these people that to us seemed very, very, different to us. The way that they dressed, the way they addressed their companions. The way that they treated their women, all the thing that they did seemed odd. Some of the people in the village were worried. Whispers’ began to flow thru the town. These people do not belong here. These strangers they are evil. They have brought with them intoxicants that make the mind addle. Indeed said another, we surely must request that they leave our land at once never to return. For if they should stay, our land will become corrupt. I have witnessed the effect that they have had on some of the town’s people. I tell you an ill wind blows. Their wicked ways have already begun to change the mood of our once happy land. They have beguiled the children. Our young men have started smoking and drinking. There has been looting and brawling in the streets.
As good as life had been, it was slowly turning into a world of depraved indifference. There was no longer unity among neighbors, disorder everywhere. The homes we once cherished began to crumble. All was lost due to those strangers from across the sea.
We implored them to leave our land; they only scoffed and laughed at our request. They were letting us know, that it was no longer our land. What once was, is no more. What you had is gone never to return. We brought you things from our land. Things which your people chose to partake of. Things your people willfully and knowingly abused. So again I say to you, this is not your land. Maybe it truly never was.
This was very distressing to me. I had to think of a way to free my people from this evil that had plagued our once happy home. They had not discovered our abundance of silver or gold yet. So I along with some of my more apt townsmen formulated a plan, one that would focus on these new comes greed as much as their need for power and control.
This plan though well-conceived, was ill fatted from the beginning. The offer of great wealth only made them want more. Soon my people found themselves enslaved. They worked the gold and silver mines. Eighteen hour days, seven days a week was not uncommon for us to do. Their power grew to enormous proportions. At some point they sent word to the land from which they had come, of the riches to be found here. Soon we were overrun with hoards of these barbaric intruders. Things went from horrible to horrific.
Life was unbearable. Prayer we thought was the answer. Prayer would save us all.
This was against the laws that they imposed upon us. Anyone caught would be put to death. In the most horrible fashion imaginable. Boiled alive in oil, dipped in acid beginning with the feet, healed and dipped again to the knee, healed dipped again to the waist, at which point you would not only beg for the sweetness of death, but welcome its sweet end. Many a home had hidden coves under the floor where people would seek shelter from those that would do them harm. The powers that be would learn of these hidden coves under the floors of the homes, of the law breakers. Their fate would be the worst of them all.
Those that would be caught would be subjected to water torture, bound by their arms and legs, with a drip system placed above their head and a steady incessant drip of water falling upon their forehead. They would receive no liquids by mouth only bits of garlic to suck on every other day to keep them alive. The dripping water however would never stop. After about a week the prisoner would be removed and placed in a burial room where they would await what was to come. This would be of no surprise as before they were subjected to witness the fate of the man, woman, or child before them. The mummification of the poor soul. The agony was slow and deliberate. For they would not kill the intended, instead the process involved removing the organs of the accused one by one a lengthy process one organ at a time , treated and cured, placed in its’ eternal urn for all to see so they too would know their fate should they dare to oppose the new order. The worst of the act what you would fear the most of all would be the day that you saw the hook. The hook a vile instrument long and slender shiny made of metal would be placed by your head just visible out of the corner of your eye, you knew when you saw this that the end was near. Only this could be days, weeks, or even months. All that you knew for sure was that once they came for you and a holy man came with them your demise was imminent.
They would come, you would only see their shadow, but you knew. As sure as you knew your own name, you knew what was to come. The wailing outside would begin and then the chanting of the holy men. You did not want to hear what was to follow. The screams, the beginning of the end. , so loud, so mournful, so unearthly. To the point of making you insane. You knew in your heart of hearts that the pain to come should not be imposed upon any living being. An urn would be placed next to the slab upon which you lay splayed with no hope of escape. The chanting would stop, but the screams, oh the screams seemed to go on and on and on. You knew that the time had come for the end. The holy man would grasp that menacing hook and hold it before you so that you could see the very thing that would bring your life to an end. Slowly he would brush the hook across your face, your senses would be heightened to a fever pitch, and then the metal would ever so lightly graze you lips. As you lay there begging for mercy, he would place the tip of the hook at your nasal cavity and begin to insert it into your head. Still you lay there begging them to stop, to no avail. Slow and steady the prod would go in and up and you could feel the cold metal as it entered your skull. The last thing you would feel is the rip as your brain was pulled out of your head through your nose a bloody painful mess to say the least or in the case of the accused to say no more. Once the process was completed, your scraps of brain matter would be scattered upon the floor quite unceremoniously dooming your eternal soul to an afterlife of lost torment. It was believed at the time that if your brain was destroyed in death that your soul would have no direction.
These men supposedly holy were far from being so. An act performed for the masses, a means of control, giving false hope to those that believed. It was only an act. They did not care, nor did they believe their only interest was to maintain order over those which they controlled. The task completed they would remove their garbs and retire to the anti-chamber where they would drink and fornicate with the slave women chosen for their entertainment and pleasure.
It was also their law that the name of the condemned never be spoken aloud by anyone for a period of no less than four full moons. This was the period of forgetfulness. As the time passed we had no choice but to conform to our new dictators rules. Subject to all that they imposed upon us. There was no escape. All that we had come to know and love was now a vague memory.
However still there were a few, very few, but a few that still believed that some salvation of the good life that once prevailed thru out our land could be restored. On the outskirts of the town remained one place that had not been discovered by the interlopers. Hidden deep very deep underground, where true holy men gathered in secret away from prying eyes.
This council as it were, was comprised of a group of six men and six women. The male elder was named was named Michael a man of more than 250 years. No one knew exactly just how old he was. His knowledge of our people was the greatest in all the land. His wife Elizabeth a handsome woman was the matriarch of the clan. She was revered by all. She was a stern woman and had little time for frivolity. It was she that tempered Michael in harried times not unlike what we were facing now. Then there was James and Sharon they served as the ministers of finance assuring that all was well with commerce in the land. Christopher and his wife Karen had the duty of maintaining peace and were the magistrates of all legal matters. Keith and Donna served in a ministerial capacity serving the peoples spiritual needs, overseeing what had been the church for the town. Maurice and Latisha they were a special couple visionaries if you will. They had the ability to literally see into a persons’ heart and know what was and was not. Sandra was once a working woman who served the lustful needs of any and all that desired her company. This was not a choice the she had made, but rather her station in life from the time of her conception. She was not perceived as a loose woman but more as a means of satisfaction to relive certain tensions one may wish to expel. Lastly there was Thomas the town crippled. He served no actual function in the community but his faith and determination afforded him a position on the council as a reminder for those who thought that their lot in life was worse than that of his fellow man.
Michael and Elizabeth were in their home, discussing the issue that faced their land.” Michael what can we do to return thing back to the way they used to be,” said Elizabeth. In all my years we have never encountered such blatant disregard from outsiders as we have from these Neanderthals. We have tried to reason with them, we have offered them precious metals and still this has only served to evoke in them a greater desire to overtake our land and our people. We will not last much longer at this rate. They are rationing our own food from the fields that we work and the livestock that we tend. Taking the choicest of them for their own resources. Taxing us for the land which we have always claimed as our own, and punishing us when we cannot measure up to their demands. We cannot refuse them as it only makes them angrier. We cannot fight back because we have never had to fight for what is ours. We are theirs to do with as they please. Our prayers seem to go unanswered. Even though we still honor and worship as we always have, albeit in secrecy. I can see no definitive means to an end of these troubled times my dear wife. Still we must not give in to their way of life. It is because of our faith that we have managed to sustain what little we still possess. This is not a matter I wish to undertake myself, even with you by my side it is not enough.
I will contact the other members of the council, so that we may meet in our secret place to discuss how best to deal with this situation.
James and Sharon were out in the field tending to their animals, what few that they had left. The bright sun beaming down upon them, only eased by the occasional brief breeze that wafted thru the meadow where there sheep lazily grazed upon the succulent grasses. This was unusual only due to the fact that normally Sharon would normally be working on the financial matters of the town ensuring that the town was maintaining its needed and necessary flow to sustain the town. While James although a financial minister himself, would during the day, tend to their livestock and the fields. However due to the changes that had occurred there was no need for either of them to concern themselves , as they had been relieved of these duties and were no more than mere peasants. They felt that their skills and resourcefulness was going to waste. Many a night James would here his beloved softly weeping in their bedchamber. It seemed to him that with each passing day she would wither just a bit more. He was at a loss and could not figure out what he could do the lift her spirits. It was not that they had given up it was more like they had resigned themselves to the lot that they had been dealt.
Christopher and Karen were not used to giving up quite so easily. After all they had been basically the law of the land. They were angered that the people had become so gullible and easily swayed by the newcomers. In hindsight the wished that they had provided training in armaments’ to their people, so that they would at least have had a chance to defend what they had. Instead they watched the people cower in fear and shame. They were disgusted with what they had become. Filled with rage that they had lost control, of their precious liberties. Now they spent their days feeding the chickens and milking the cows. Arguing constantly over petty matters. This made for a very unhappy home.
Their neighbors Keith and Louise could not help but here this constant bickering. They had never known Christopher and Karen to go at it so frequently or over such nonsense. Their home was at one time also the town church. Any semblance of a church had been removed by the new overlords. Still they treated it as what it was meant to be. They could no longer hold church services but they knew that the salvation of the town needed someone to pray for an end to the tyranny. What few items they had been able to stow away they used to make a makeshift altar, in a closet. They shared in the sacrament on their usual holy day as they had done since their appointment. They did not know how or when the new comers would be ousted but they believed it would come soon.
Opposite of them lived Maurice and Rene they were considered different. Not that they looked different or spoke different or ever acted any different from any other townsmen. It was what they did or rather could do. Not even the interlopers were too quick to mess with them. They had seen what these two were capable of, and they were scared. You see, Maurice and Rene knew thing about people. They need but touch you and could tell what was truly in your heart. There was no way to lie to them you did not even have to speak, and they knew without a doubt all your secrets. For this reason they had been ordered to have their lounges removed. So that they could not tell what they knew. However the invaders were not aware that they had made provisions for such an occurrence. They had a written language that they had made up. To anyone that looked at the scrawling’s that they made it made no sense. However to those that shared in their secret all was clear. To further their ruse they began to drink, not to get drunk mind you, but just to give the appearance of being drunk. They had convinced the leaders to allow them to become the cooks for them, so as to have an insider’s view of the activities going on among them. Even though they could not speak, they still were able to gain knowledge from those that they came into contact with. This information they thought could at some point in time be useful, they just bib not know what or when. At the end of every day they would return to their home where they would transcribe what they had learned that day onto pieces of pottery that they made for sale in the open market held in the town square. These were not actually sold but given to the other council members that would also seem to be at the market selling their wares.
Sandra was another infiltrator she blended well with the other whores. She was quite a striking woman even at the age of one hundred and ten. To look at her she still appeared to be a very young woman of about twenty-five no older. Her wisdom however was equal to her true age though. She would bed the men, performing what acts that they desired, all the while gaining their trust. She knew how to use what gifts she possessed. She would speak when spoken to, but she would let them lead the conversation and ramble on about whatever they chose to talk about. This she thought would allow her to gain information from the loose lips of the drunken men, and in turn give her added fuel to assist in bringing down their reign of power.
Thomas the last member of the council was a quiet man never saying much to anyone was very mild mannered. He had lost the use of his legs at an early age. Trampled by his own horses one day when they were spooked by some children playing. He spent his days now just watching the world go by. He was not a burden to anyone as he still was able to get about with the aid of his carriage that the town had constructed for him. He never was the same after the accident. Still he persevered, going about his business in a quiet fashion.
They had all received word from Michael that a meeting needed to be held to discuss how best to reclaim their lost land and people. They would meet on the day that they knew the invaders would be out scouting the land for more conquest. On the eve of the meeting Michael went deep into the forest to check and see that the meeting place had not been discovered. Even though he already knew that there was no way that they could possibly find its location. Hidden by an overgrowth of thickets and thorn bushes the entrance could only be accessed one way, not visible to the naked eye. Once inside you had to travel down two miles from the surface. This was an ideal location, because it allowed for open talks that could not be overheard from the surface. This place had been here even longer than he had. Those before him had fashioned it for the very same reasons. Once inside you would not know you were two miles underground. It appeared to be illuminated by phosphorus rock that made it as bright as day. The furnishings were constructed from the silver and gold from the mines with a large rectangular table at its center. The chairs were made of oak with very high backs and cushioned with down feathers covered in hemp died orange. Even though there was plenty of light on the walls were large sconces not so much used for light, but more so to provide a heat source. These were necessary because it was very cold in there. Also it did not require ventalitation being that a large fire source would produce smoke that could be detected from the outside. Michael came to light the sconces so that it would be comfortable for them the following night. This meeting would take some time and he figured that they should have some creature comforts. He had also brought along some bread and goat cheese. There were some metal cups there for them to drink from. There was no need to bring anything to drink as there was an underground water source that they could use.
The following day everything went as it had the days before, with no change. Night fell and the town grew quiet except for the few drunken vagabonds outside the tavern. Quietly under cover of the night the members of the council departed their homes to gather at the secret meeting place. Keith and Louise were over at Thomas’ house because they had to help him to get to the meeting. They had fashioned a stretcher to carry him. It was awkward but they made good time.
When they had all arrived they sat at the table in silence. Enjoying this moment of relative normalcy. Sandra got up to get them all some water and Sharon gave each of them some of the bread and cheese. The others just sat, seemingly deep in thought not yet ready to speak what was on their mind.
Elizabeth finally said,” Well does anyone have any ideas that we can use to get rid of these people.” I have given you all the information that I have been able to acquire from my encounters with the troops, Sandra interjected.
Michael has reviewed the messages that Maurice and Rene have been able to gather from the head leaders and it seems that they are becoming very complacent. Content with what is happening about them. I think now would be a good time to strike, said Christopher. Just how do you expect us to get the upper hand on them? We have no weapons. Our men have no training in combat. Do you think we can just walk in on them and say to them, give us back what is rightfully ours, and they will do it? I don’t think that is a wise move, said Thomas.
Well do you have a better plan retorted Karen. While I agree with my husband that we must act, I do see the foolhardiness of such actions. It would only lead to more bloodshed and increased sanctions, which we cannot bear. Cooler heads must prevail at this time. If we do not come up with a well thought out strategy we will only serve to place another nail in our own coffin. James you are very quiet, what do you think.
I can only repeat information that you already know, James began. These monsters are out of our league, we are, as we know, unskilled in in matters of war. This is not the type of situation that calls for counting of numbers or the hordes of intruders that continue to arrive on our shores almost daily. Our own people, here and from neighboring towns are becoming mere pawns for their slave trade. Our women turned into whores for their pleasure. Even our children are deprived of basic needs, such as food and shelter because they must work the mines as well. We have experienced more death since their arrival than we have had here in the last two decades. Not to mention those whom have not become corrupted by vices, that once were never even considered here, they are too afraid to do anything. I am at a loss and can see no viable course of action that we can pursue. Louise do you have anything to add to what James has said? , asked Michael.
The only thing I am sure of is that if we do not come up with a sound plan and soon we will soon cease to exist and life as we have known it to be will become a memory. I continue to pray that an answer will come to us before it is too late.
Thomas tells us what you have observed on your trips into town; said Michael.
I too have nothing to add that would be of any value in a resolution to this dilemma. Only, I cannot get this feeling that something great is on the horizon. Something of such magnitude, that it will change thing across the land forever. However I must agree with Louise we must continue to pray for our salvation. It is all that we have to fortify us now.
Maurice and Rene sat, listening and observing all the activities and conversations going on around them holding hand so that they may communicate with each other. Even though they could not speak and touched no other person in the room they could feel the anguish and frustration of their friends yet could offer no consolation.
The room went silent; all members of the council looked drained from the strain of trying to formulate a plan of action.
After some time had passed Michael stood to address the council. I have sat here thinking about all that we had said here tonight, and each of you has made very valid points to be considered. It is true that our people have no training in combat. This holds true for most of our neighboring towns as well, and yes we must strike and strike soon. Prayer has been our way in times of turmoil, but in this particular case it would seem that prayer is not going to be enough. We do have a course of action that we can follow, but it is a course that would mean a great sacrifice would have to be made. These ways have not been implemented for many hundreds of years. I have only heard tales that were passed down from the ages. It may only be just a tale told to entertain children. There are no actual records of it actually ever taken place. Do you know the tale of which I am referring to? The members of the council all looked at one another and looked back to Michael and nodded in unison. Well as such I must say that this undertaking will require a person of great moral fiber, moreover this person must have a faith that could not be shaken under the most extreme conditions. I cannot make such a decision as to who among us should make such a sacrifice. I can only ask that you as individuals look into your own hearts and ask yourselves, if it is you that would be willing to give your life for the greater good of your countrymen and the restoration of peace for our people. I want you all to go home now as it will soon be morning and we will meet here again tomorrow night after we have had some time to consider what it is we have chosen to do.
They all stood. Joining hands in a farewell prayer. Maurice and Rene took this opportunity to search the hearts of the council members. Some of the things they saw both shocked and appalled them, but they never let it show. They all returned to their respective homes for the night. All considering what tomorrow would bring.
When Michael and Elizabeth returned to their home, Elizabeth began to express her opinion regarding her feelings about what Michael had proposed. How could you suggest such a thing, I am certain that you will not be making such a sacrifice. It would not only be foolish because of your position in the community, not to mention you are far too old for such an undertaking. I would not stand for it. I have been with you far too long in this life to lose you for something, as you yourself have said to something that my only be a story. Even if one of the other members of the council were to volunteer I don’t think any of them have the courage that is necessary for an undertaking of such magnitude. Michael glared at his wife in disbelief. Who are you to judge what is in the heart of another person. How dare you be so presumptuous? You say what others have and do not have, or what they will or will not do. Yet I have not heard you say anything of what you are willing to do. So tell me my dear, are you willing to make the sacrifice to save our way of life? Elizabeth could not believe that Michael had spoken to her in such a manner. She knew that his words were not intended to hurt her, still they did. She bolted from the room in tears. Michael did not go after her, he chose instead to give her time to absorb what had been said and sat quietly by the fire.
Keith and Louise were dumbfounded. They could not understand why such a thing would even be suggested.” It would be suicide for one and murder for the person committing the Hanes act” said Keith. Both their souls would be eternally dammed. Never to enter the gates of heaven. “Perhaps “, said Louise but on the other hand perhaps not. If you recall in the story it was not considered suicide, but a great act of selflessness not unequal to the sacrifice that someone else had made so very long ago. If the tale does hold true, then they too would be elevated to a higher plane and enter into the gates of heaven for such a selfless act of bravery. Keith considered this, and had to agree that what she had said merited consideration.
James and Sharon sat at their small kitchen table eating soup that Sharon had prepared for them earlier in the day. James said to Sharon, “The person that made this sacrifice would be doing us all a great service.” What would you think if I proposed that I be the volunteer? Sharon looked at him and replied to be honest I was considering the very same thing. I have reservations though. I know that my faith is strong. As strong as yours me beloved, yet I do not know if it is strong enough to test in this respect endeavor. If there were some way to validate this legend, something concrete as evidence, I would be more apt to consider volunteering that one of us be the sacrificial offering as it were.
Christopher and Karen were arguing as usual. Only this argument actually made sense.” I will volunteer to save our land”, said Christopher. It is the right thing to do. I am the strongest of all our members, for that matter I am the strongest man for many miles around. Even their great leader is no match for me. It is true that you are very strong husband began Sharon, but I will be bearing our first born soon and there is no way that I can manage to care for a small child and tend to all the things needed to be done around here. Your place is by my side. I know it sounds selfish of me to say let someone else volunteer, but, you know that my health has not been the best of late. Should I not survive the birth of this precious gift we have been given, our child would be left with no one. That would not be fair, so I implore you not to make yourself a martyr. Instead think of your family and be here for us.
Maurice, Rene, and Sandra had returned to the new leaders’ main house. Maurice and Sharon to the kitchen to begin preparation of the morning breakfast meal and Sandra to the chambermaid’s quarters. Maurice and Rene had noticed that the house was unusually quiet. There was not the usual chatter going on that was customary at this time of day. Something had happened, something bad. As they when to gather the eggs and milk for the breakfast meal they noticed that they were getting strange looks from the people as they passed by. This in itself was not so unusual, only it was like the people gave them an even wider berth, avoiding them as if they were diseased. It was the same for Sandra. When she entered the sleeping chamber all the other women moved away from her. When she asked what was wrong no one spoke to her, they just turned their backs to her and ignored her as if she were not even in the room. She chalked it up to jealousy and thought nothing more about it. She fell into a deep slumber. With sleep came nightmarish images of carnage and destruction. This woke her several times, until finally she gave up on sleep and decided to wander about the town to see what if anything was going on.
Thomas could not be still, his mind racing a mile a minute. He thought of his friends and all the people that had been so good to him. He was not dependent on any of them for anything that he needed. Still he always had people dropping by to bring him a plate of food or kindling for his fire, or just to visit. It was not out of pity, but friendship. Still as he sat on his stoop he could not help but feel sad. Here he was a man with no legs to speak of, always graciously taking what his neighbors provided for him, but never being able to give anything in return. He knew of the story that Michael had referred to all too well. He had often told it to small children, so that they would know some of their past, and how their people had overcome adversity long ago. This time though he was considering just what was involved to attain such a lofty goal. He knew that of all the members of the council that he had the least to lose, and thought to himself that it would be a way for him to give back to others for all that they had given him. He did not consider himself a hero by any stretch of the imagination, but he did know that it was the right thing to do. He had made up his mind and was resolute in his decision. He would do this for his people as a way to repay them for all that he had been given.
They all came to the meeting place later that night to discuss what they were going to do. Michael and Elizabeth sat in their seats stone faced not willing to show the concern they both felt for such a grave matter. When everyone was seated, Maurice and Rene rose in unison. All eyes fell upon them. It was not like them to wish to address the council because they had no word with witch to communicate. They as one looked at each member of the council in turn and then Maurice reached into his pouch and produced a parchment. He handed it to Michael who took a few moments to look it over and then he in turn handed it to Elizabeth. The two of them took their seats and Elizabeth rose to speak.
“Our voices have been silenced as you know, but we still have to share with you what we have discovered since our last meeting. We have used the gifts that we possess to gather new information from our captors as to what they propose to do with us. As you were going about your business today you may have noticed that others have been avoiding you. The reason for this is we have been spied upon by one of our own and reported to the new rulers of our land. We are considered traitors and anarchist. A threat to the new order. It has been proposed that we all be put to death. The only reason that we still are alive it that they do not want to start a full out rebellion of the people. These people are afraid. They do not know what we are up to, but they are aware that we are plotting something. If we are going to go forward with what Michael has suggested then we strongly advise that a decision be made this very night”. Elizabeth sat back down.
Michael rose to address the council. “We know why we have come tonight”. This news only reconfirms what we already know must be done. We have had some time to consider my proposal and now it is time to decide on our course of action. If any of you have come up with a better plan now would be the time to voice it. No one said a word, so Michael continued. Well then since none of you has anything to say it is time to decide upon whom of us shall volunteer to be sacrificed so that our land can be saved.
The room was deathly quiet, every member of the council looking very somber. Thomas gathered his courage, took a large gulp of water and began to speak. As I look around this room I see the faces of my friends that I have known for more than fifty plus years. You must all know that I consider you to be my family. For all the times good and bad we have always been there for each other. All of you were there for me when I had my accident, and have continued to be my strength. Giving me a reason to go on, I on the other hand have not been able to give anything in return. It is for this reason, and many others that I have decided to volunteer myself to be sacrificed.
You could see the surprised looks on many of the faces of the council. Christopher said, “You must be joking. There is no way a crippled can do this. He cannot even stand on his own. How could he possibly be our salvation! I have discussed it with my wife and although she objects I think that I would be a better candidate. I am in good health and I am undoubtly the fittest among us. This started a clamor threw out the room. Michael raised his hand to quiet them. Bickering among ourselves will get us nowhere. It appears that we have to very noble men willing to give their lives to restore order to our land.
If there are no objections, I would like for Maurice and Rene to use their gift to help us determine which of these two men would be the best candidate for this job. Therefore by a show of hands, first are we in agreement that these two men worthy candidates? Everyone raised their hand in agreement. Secondly by a show of hands, do we all agree to be bound by the conclusion that Maurice and Rene reach and that we shall all support that decision. Again they all raised their hands in agreement.
Maurice and Rene stood at the back of the room where Thomas and Christopher joined them. First they placed their hands over Christopher’s heart after what seemed an eternity they removed their hands and motioned for him to take his seat. Then they knelt down beside Thomas and placed their hands over his heart. For some strange reason they could not detect what was in his heart, in fact they could not even detect his beating heart. They indicated this to Michael, one by one each member of the council placed their hand on his chest and none of them could detect a beat. This they thought was impossible how could a man that appeared to be as alive and healthy as everyone else not have a beating heart? Maurice and Rene were doubly perplexed because just the other night they were able to detect the feelings of everyone in the room. Maurice quickly scribbled a note on a piece of paper. On it he had written that he wanted everyone in the room to join hands, they all did not knowing why. However when they did so Maurice and Rene were able to see what was in Thomas’ heart. They concluded that Thomas had the heart of a man that beat not for himself but for his people. This made the decision of which of the two men to very clear. There was no doubt that Thomas was the man best suited for this job. Rene wrote this information on a piece of paper and handed it to Michael. All the members of the council sat quietly and waited for him to speak. We have our chosen volunteer he began, as you are all aware one of the requirements is that the person chosen must be a person of the people. They must live not for themselves, but for the greater good of others this is their purpose in life. When we joined hands the heart of one man beat for all of us. Thomas it is you that we shall look to for the salvation which we desire. Only you can help us in this hour of need. Devine intervention has made this decision taking it out of our hands. They all agreed. This was how it should be.
Now that we have reached a decision it is time to begin the process of transformation. Thomas you must begin to fast and you must do so for the next seven days. You may only drink water and nothing more. You must pray during your fast. Asking for guidance to show you the path that will lead you to do what must be done. While you are doing so, we will gather the necessary things needed to fortify you and make you an unstoppable force, so that you will be able to carry out justice without falter. Are you ready to begin the process? Thomas looked at Michael and nodded. Michael continued, now you must also remain here in the forest away from all human contact. This will help you better commune with nature and become one with the land. Take these following days and learn to feel what it is that will make thing right. On the seventh day we will all return here and you will be ready to move forward. Do you understand these instructions I have given you? Again Thomas nodded that he understood.
Michael, asked Thomas, what about my home and my horses. Michael answered, “Your home will be set on fire and burned to the ground. We will find a body to place inside so that they think that you died in the fire. As for your horses we will distribute them to your neighbors that can use them. Anything else will be properly disposed of”.” Thank you Michael”, said Thomas. They all joined hands for one final prayer as a council and departed, leaving Thomas alone in solitude.
Day turned to night one after the other, but Thomas had no idea of what time of day or night it was. The cave being illuminated by the phosphorus rocks did not allow him to discern the difference between night and day. He focused on getting to know his surroundings. By the third day he was able to distinguish all the sounds emanating from the forest that reached his ear, the chirping of the various birds, the scurrying of the insects that lived on the forest floor, the smells of the blooming flora and all their nuances. Thomas was learning quickly and acclimating very well to his new life. He thought to himself, this is good, I am seeing things in a whole new way my senses are becoming more acute. As elated as I am with each new discovery, it saddens me at the same time. I can feel the pain of my people as if it were I out there suffering and being tormented by those tyrants. This only gives me greater resolve. As I sit in this cave deep in the earth I will continue to focus on learning all that I can, honing my mental state to a level not before achieved by any other that has come before me.
Life above ground became more trying with each passing day. The troops had started to increase their rounds of the town. They took pleasure in assaulting the town’s people just because they could. They increased the taxes again to the point that they considered themselves lucky to have enough to have one meager meal a day. They also started to remove more of the women from the town to satisfy their insatiable lust. The men were now working twenty hours per day, and if they could not pull their weight they were punished. It was the same in all the nearby towns as well. The interlopers were taking over and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.
The other council members continued as they always had, going about their daily task as if nothing had changed. With the exception of the fire they had set, for all intent and purpose not much was different. However in secret they were making preparation for the ceremony that they would take place tomorrow night. All the oils and incense were already in the cave all they needed to bring was the gown hand made from the strands of wool of an anointed lamb, and the tears of sorrow from twelve children. Louise took care of fashioning the gown and since Sandra was accustomed to being seen all about town she took care of collecting the vile of tears necessary to complete the gown.
The following morning Michael acted like he was ill, so that he would not have to go with the other men to work. They assumed this to be true because of his age, and did not want the others to retaliate because they had made their once former leader work when his health seemed to be failing. The ruse had worked. When all the others had gone off to the mines, Michael secretly made his way to the cave. When he arrived he found Thomas sitting by the entrance to the cave still hidden by the brush but as frail and withered as a skeleton. Thomas just seemed to stare right thru him. Michael though old and seemingly frail himself, had a great deal of strength. He easily lifted Thomas and carried him back down the two miles into the cave. He placed Thomas in a chair and got him a cup of water. Thomas refused to drink saying there was no need. He had all that he could drink and needed no more. This was a sign to Michael that Thomas was ready to make the transition. He did not say another word. Michael moved over to a wall in the cave and turned one of the sconces. When he did this a section of the floor opened and exposed a sub-chamber in the cave.
This chamber was even more ornately adorned than the chamber above. This was however not a chamber for meetings but a burial chamber. In it were three coffins of which one was occupied. In a corner of the room were tools used for smelting. Michael started the fire under the two smelting pot and in the first he loaded with gold and in the second he filled it with silver. The billows needed to keep the fire stoked and at the right temperature were connected to a weight and pulley system powered by a steady stream of water when placed under its flow. The smoke that was produced went out of a hole above the pots that drew in into the mines where the men were working. The smoke would not be detected because the exit for the smoke was high above the men’s heads and blended in with all the dust that was created from the digging.
Once Michael was satisfied that the fire was going well he went back up to where Thomas was and set the sconce in its’ proper position closing the entrance. He then took a seat next to Thomas, and took his hands into his own. Thomas looked at Michael and asked, “Is it time?” Tonight, when we all return Michael replied. Thomas lowered his head and did not say another word. Michael stood and departed.
That night all of the council members gathered at the cave. When they saw Thomas they thought that he was dead. For a long time he did not move, then he raised one of his scrawny hands and to no one specifically asked for a sip of water. Keith hurriedly retrieved a cup of water and held it to Thomas’ lips. Thomas took a sip and pushed the cup away. Michael went over to the wall and reopened the secret chamber he went down to check on the fires under the smelting pots. The metal inside both the pots had transformed into liquid and was ready to be used. Michael went back up the stairs and directed the women to clear the table. Once the table was clear, the men gently placed Thomas in the center of the table. Christopher helped Thomas sit upright by supporting his back. They removed the clothing that he was wearing and replaced them with the gown that Louise had made. Elizabeth then took the vile containing the children’s tears from Sandra and poured have the vile into a cup containing shaving of silver and gold which she handed to Michael. Michael took the cup over to the table where Thomas sat and said to Thomas,” My child we have now begun there is no turning back.” You must drink this; it will give you greater clarity so that you will see the pain and suffering that has spread through the land. Thomas did not reply. Michael placed the cup to Thomas’ lips and drank with much effort. When he had finished, Christopher eased Thomas down to a laying position and folded his arms across his chest. Louise took the oil’s and the vile containing the tears and combined them in the same cup that Thomas had drunk from and began to anoint Thomas with the mixture. Starting at his head, she applied the mixture to every inch of his body. When she was done as a group they placed their hands on Thomas and said a prayer of forgiveness. Thomas was able to communicate all that he was feeling and assured them that all would be well. Michael informed the group of what was in the chamber below them and said to them, “We will now finish the process down there. Keith gathered Thomas in his arms and cradled him as if he were an infant, tears streaming down his face, they all proceeded down to the other chamber and Michael instructed Keith to place Thomas in the second coffin. He then told Maurice to place logs in the opening under the coffin and to lite them. Once the fire was going well Thomas said to them, “I feel very tired, I think I will go to sleep now.” With that he closed his eyes, and seemed to be at peace.
There were two openings on the coffin one at the head and one at the foot of the coffin. They connected pipes to both of the openings and maneuvered them in such a way that they could pour the liquid metal into the pipes that were connected to the coffin. Then they placed a metal lid on the top of the coffin. The fire under the coffin grew in strength yet there was no sound of torment emanating from within. James stood next to one pot and Maurice stood next to the other, Michael nodded to them and they began to pour the metal into the pipes that would fill the coffin. Even though they knew that no one could possibly withstand the intense heat that the metal would surely cause upon contact with their flesh, the still heard nothing from Thomas within. When to two pots were completely empty they removed the two pipes and sealed the openings. They all returned upstairs and Michael sealed the opening for the last time.
Michael sighed, turning to the group he said, “We have done all that we can now the rest is up to Thomas.” In a few days, if all goes well, we should begin to see a change in the way things are around here.
Nine days had passed and nothing was any different than it had been before. On the tenth day some of the intruders started to become ill in the main house. At first they thought that someone had poisoned their drinking supply. So they started to have their slaves drink and taste whatever they wanted to eat or drink before they would touch it. None of the tasters became ill, still more and more of the men were getting sick. Some of the townspeople also became ill as well. No one could figure what was causing the sickness. No one except the members of the council, they knew exactly what was happening. In the privacy of their own homes they all gave thanks. They knew that Thomas was at work, cleansing the land of all the evil and corruption that had overtaken their land. In the twilight hours of the night just before dawn some of the people in the town had seen a shiny figure just outside the forest. The figure walked upright like a man but just as quickly as he appeared he was gone. This happened for several days, and with each passing day more and more people became Ill. The intruders never got better and many were very near death. No one could figure out what was happening. People were scared, and even though it was against the law many began to pray to be forgiven for their transgressions. For some it was too late, for others that had persevered all of the hardships without complaint they had been spared. Within twenty one days all of the evil had been cleansed from the town. Reports started to come in from neighboring towns that the troops that had taken control of their lands were beginning to die off. Many of the invaders feared for their lives and those still in good health decided that before they fell victim the strange sickness, it would be wise for them to leave this land. They boarded their ships to sail for other parts far away from this place, but it did them no good. When they got their ships into deep water where they thought that they would be safe, Thomas stirred the waters into such a torrent that the ships were made to crash upon the rocks beneath the sea. None of them survived. All drowning or mangled on the rocks, becoming food for the creatures of the sea. Over the following weeks the lands near and far were transformed back to their peaceful state. Families were reunited and prosperity returned to what it once was.
After a period of time the remaining council members returned to Thomas’ final resting place to give thanks. When they arrived at the chamber they discovered that everything was as it had been before the ordeal started, only the lid of the coffin now had a very accurate impression of Thomas’ persona etched in its’ surface, and then they were certain that all was right with the world in which they lived.
The End
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