He healed quickly, days not weeks. While recuperating he decided to read a book.It was from the library of Alexandria. He had “borrowed it” i.e. he had gone into the library selected a comedy and disappeared. The books were supposed to stay in the library but this one didn’t. It was mildly funny written in Coptic, about a man swearing his undying love for a hippopotamus.
He laughed a little.
“What are you laughing at Dad?” asked Chelnuk.
“This man who loves a hippopotamus.”
“What’s a hippopotamus?”
“A fat water creature, who could swallow you up with one gulp.” Kendra made his arms appear to be a giant mouth and he pretended to swallow Chelnuk up.
“What is so funny about it?”
“The man, Costa, is making the hippopotamus a house near the river. The hippopotamus, he calls her Chena, just rubs her back on it and it falls to pieces.” He laughs again.
“That doesn’t sound so funny, he takes all that time making a house for it to be knocked down!”
“It is the words he uses that are funny, hippopotamus means water horse and the house becomes a water house. Hah!”
“It’s still not funny. How come you can read lots of different tongues?”
“It is many long years of having little to do and being bored here. There are not always battles to fight you know.”
“Tell me about a battle Dad.”
“I want to read Chelnuk, I’m enjoying this funny story.”
“Well read me some then.”
“But I have to translate it as I am reading, it is not in the tongues of angels.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I will read you a bit of it.”
His son sat on his lap to listen to the funny story of a man who was in love with a hippopotamus. He fell asleep there and Kendra lifted him off and took him to his bed.
“How is your bone in your back now,” asked Salinas as she shook the water from the root vegetables and looked in through the door.
“It is fine, I will be away to visit the King soon, he will be wondering where I am.”
“I am bothered about this secret society that wants to kill you. Can you not speak to someone wiser to ask them their advice? This is not a simple battle where you are quicker and more proficient than your enemy. It is under handed and difficult for you to know when they will strike.”
“Who do you suggest I talk to then?”
“Rimar, the priest of Aram.”
“Why him?”
“He used to be an assassin in the Egyptian priesthood before he turned from his wicked ways and followed God.”
“I will ask your father if he will bring him to me. I have not seen Rimar for many a year.He will be interested in what I am doing and probably very helpful.That was a good idea of yours”
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Kendra
FantasyDark he was and olive eyed. Fierce as the sun and white as the moon. He led an army of 10,000 men all trained in the arts of war. He lived in the Bosom of Abraham with his wife and children, but warred upon the earth to satiate his battle lust and n...
