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Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Halls of Knowledge, part seventy-two

Vantarvian's story continued ...

Bindu Baa Baa, Wana Tu Tu and Habba Meassa made hand motions for the Spaniards to follow them into the building where the members of the governing body of the City of Umgowah did their business.

Young Vantarvian looked at Father Macksennett with eyes watering and said, "I am sorry. I have to leave now and throw up blood."

Young Vantarvian followed the fake priest into the makeshift church where Macksennett had served mass and done many Catholic things for the people of the City of Umgowah, except, of course, teach them the correct way to speak Spanish. Macksennett walked into the small room in the back of the makeshift church's alter and closed the door. Young Vantarvian stood by the alter as he heard violent heaves come from behind the door.
In a moment the door opened and Macksennett strolled out, wiping his mouth with his forearm.

Young Vantarvian swung the door to the little room open quickly and looked into it. There was a makeshift sink. He looked into it. There was no blood. Young Vantarvian turned to Macksennett and said, "So you lied about throwing up blood, too?"
"Oh," said Macksennett, "funny how no blood came out this time, huh?"
Young Vantarvian said, "You have lied about everything. You don't know Spanish, you aren't a priest and you don't throw up blood."
"I did not lie about everything," Macksennett said.
"Not about everything?"
"No. My name is Macksennett. I didn't lie about that."
"What else did you say that is true?"
"Go sit down in a makeshift pew," Macksennett said, "and I will tell you more than anyone knows about me."
"Then what?"
"Then I will leave the City of Umgowah and never lie again. Not here, anyway."

Kantarpatine interupted older Vantarvian's story and said, "You know, I just thought of something."
"What?" I said.
"Since I have been holding this gun and threatening Vantarvian with it, I have not had one suicidal feeling."
"That's good. Now listen," I said to Vantarvian, "you have to get to the point with this story."
"I was getting to the point," he said.
"Then get on with it."
"Yeah," said Kantarpatine, shaking the bag with the gun inside at Vantarvian.

~To be continued

Frank Cotolo 8:34 PM

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Halls of Knowledge, part seventy-one

Vantarvian's story continued ...

Bindu Baa Baa, Wana Tu Tu and Habba Meassa gave Father Macksennett a shove. The Spaniards became silent.

"You have lied," said Heepa Deepa of the governing body of the City of Umgowah. "You do not know how to speak their language."

Vantarvian realized what he had done.

Father Macksennett said, "I am sorry. I have to leave now and throw up blood."
One of the Spaniards then said, "Que pasa?"
As the fake priest walked away, Heepa Deepa said, "I wonder now if he is even a priest?"
Another one of the two Spaniards then said, "Que pasa?"
"Yes," said Bindu Baa Baa, "it may be that this Macksennett is not a man of God, as well as he is not a man who knows the Spanish language."
Vantarvian followed the fake priest as Macksennett walked away. Young Vantarvian shouted, "Cisnero! Cisnero!"
One of the Spaniards, hearing Vantarvian shout, then said, "Que es Cisnero?"
Macksennett stopped and turned around. He looked at young Vantarvian and said, "What is that you say?"
Vantarvian said, "I am shouting for you to stop in Spanish."
"Oh," said Macksennett, "is that how you say 'stop' in Spanish?"
The young Vantarvian caught up with the fake priest and said, "Then it is true you don't know Spanish and you aren't a priest?"
"Not a priest?"
"Are you?"
"I don't know Spanish. I lied."
"But is it true are you not a priest?"
"Who said I was not a priest?"
"Heepa and Bindu."
"Why did they say that? Just because a priest doesn't know Spanish he isn't a priest?"
"But you said you were a priest from Spain. That would make you a Spanish priest. That means you would know Spanish."
Macksennett put his hand on Vantarvian's shoulder and said, "Vantarvian, you are still young, though you are a good cook, so there is much for you to learn about who can be a Spanish priest and who cannot."
"Then you are?"
"Are what?"
"A Spanish priest?"

~To be continued

Frank Cotolo 7:47 PM