17.
Across the River
The mobilization of the finest, had of course other dutiesall important duties of which lay a strain on Agaliarepts immediate concerns, turning the picture into a potential tragedyor possibly a could be catastrophe; the onlookers were being entertained, if not bemused, and surely they were that also for now the boats were piling upand the demonic forces were getting some resistance from their passengers, and the new strangers to the abode, were starting to push and shove the demonic forces, and a few threw rocks at Buer and Gusoyn who were spitting over the wall. And a ruckus was being built, slowly. And even the giant, the ancient demigod Huwawa, who had fought a grand battle in Sumer in the Cedar forest with Enkidu, the his companion-friend King Gilgamesh, so many centuries before, and as a result, slew him: stood still, stone still in the deep mucky waters, watching the defying moment of Ms Alexandra Rice, yes Ms Rice to the Command er of the two legions of Hell, Satans hand-picked Henchman none other than the shape changing Agaliarept, who looked now more like the devil himself with a long tail attached to his upper spine, and entrenched smirk on his face, and horns on his head, and a mammals coat of hair all about his body, small eyes in a big head and protruding brow.
Their was then a thunderous noise, the tide brought in some horrid waves, the earth stated shaking, and the demonic beings standing by Agaliarept noticed the Greek looking vessel that was dry-docked by one of the towers, to the far side of the gates, a vessel of a little higher class than the boats Ms Rice had arrived in; hence, it was being taken out to sea, it was to pick up the person they calledfor she heard them talk his name amongst themselvesthe King of Ten Wingsnone other than: Lucifer himself.
Agaliarepts face: demanding, engaging, frustrating, emotional, crazed as it was, he stood aside and said not a wordnotaword !! for she was terminate, and he knew this, he knew this even more than she did, she was determinate to see this to the end the very enduring end and wanted a closing, a conclusiveness to this happening (should Lucifer find out he is spending all these resources on one female and loosing a hundred in-between, what then, thought his brain), even though shed didnt know the end; matter-of-fact, likely the only one who knew the end, other than Satan himself, was Agaliarept. And Ms Rice was not going to let what killed the dinosaurs, kill her again.
Up the winding stairway she climbed to the wall, then over to the gate door of the tower, the massive solid door, funny she thought, it opened like a feather, as she dropped her hands. The gathering of people below was now dispersed, some heads were still trying to see what was going on, or had been going on as the demonic forces pushed and shoved, and whist away the new passengers, strangers, whisked them away to their destin ations: heading for Hells masses, some to the dungeons, some to the mountains and beyond, a few for the Gateway Cityvery few. There behind her as the door shut, sat the fat one that spit at her, Buer, and Gusoyn, wondering what it all was about, Buer not too worried, just wanted to be left to his misery, his pains in his fat stomach, and aches in his legs.
Buer with his Aches and Pains
Now as Ms Rice started walking up the hundred or so steps to the top of the tower, Agaliarept simply walked away, playing it cool, as Opiel guided the dreadful-tenants [as he called them through the gate, and Botis, Gusoyn and Buer from the boat, watched intensively, Buer still cramped on a wooden container with his cramps in his stomach. Agaliarept, looked from the side of his eye to see how his three trusted assistants were absorbing this, like a true commander.
She had now but fifty stairs to go, the cold walls she put her hands on to guide her were starting to sense so mething, something great was going to take place, her who body sizzled with this new found intelligence, the stairs never seemed to end, but it didnt matter, she had the breathe, the time and she felt providence, luck or fate, call it as you will, but it would have it no other way. Like all such exhibits when taken out of sight, all eyes went back to their personal distress down, down all those stars she had climbed, where the new comers and the demonic forces were playing out their endless task had gone on to what lied in store for them, as human nature would have itself-interest prevailed.
The Great Gap between Paradise and Hades
She had reached the top now; it was a small room a cold small room, somewhat an eerie room, with windows on all four sides, and a telescope in the middle of the window facing the river. She ebbed, faded slowly away from the arched doorway, finding herself in the middle of the room, the by the window: looked out of the tower window: she could see the other side at the moment, that very moment. The telescope was mounted into the granite like a sword in stone. As she peered through it, the telescope, she could see the long length of the river, a strait more or less, so it seemed to belong it stretched. She pushed the scope up higher, just a pinch, to look above the water, just above as if sailing along the surface, she at this instant could see the edges of a continent, or so it seemed, the outline of land, she looked squinting her eyes, as if to capture the picture better, focus better, the water now all faded in the background, and land appeared, yes she convinced herself, yes, it was land for sure, she was on land, saw other people walking about, two angels flying about with their hands out, pointing, both pointing to the ground, but was it for her, could it be, she lowered her scope to ground level, sea level, she could see the water again in the background, but, but there standing on the shore, t he shoreline, the shoreline that lead right next to the water, was a man waving: but waving at whom? Oh my gosh! she said: he is, is waving at me, its my father, her lips and eyes froze, as if an Arctic wind had dropped from above her and incased her in ice, he was saying: Paradise, I was waiting for you, here in Paradise.
It was a beautiful sight the land called, Paradise, across the river: she murmured, I didnt know? the shore was lit up a star: the foam was pure white, amongst the waves that hit the shore; a green tint to the water mixing with the foam made it a colorful jade, as it all reflected the foliage onto the shoreline; nearby the shore a fresh sky was giving birth to a new horizon, everything glimmered, it was magical.
18.
Paradise
Tears of joy were now streaming down her face, her eyes were so filled with them she could see no more, then after a moment, behind her father was a man preachingto the back of her father, he glanced at the to wer the tower she stood in, she got chills up and own her spine: it was the man, the very same man, the stranger at the Old Folks Home talked about. He was preaching and teaching. And then he smiled, but there seemed to be sadness to it.
Her father didnt jump up and down with bliss as she had expected him to, but rather, he had a tear in his eye (perhaps it was for joy she thought, it would seem so at first, than after a moment, it would seem so for some other reason, thus she was torn with his expressions), and then with a blink of an eye [His eye, for she noticed it, the two angels that were pointing, pointed no longer.
19.
Epitaph
She [she being: Ms Rice couldnt express the: whys of anything, why she ended up where she did, but she did learn human history proves this to be true, that is to say, each person has been evicted from the Garden of Eden, if not by a personal invitation, then by historical providence. Thus each person deals with her or h is fallen state, and sin produces suffering, it is like a ripple in the ocean, whereupon suddenlycreated by a meteorite falling spreading out its title wave, hence, encircling the globehumanity has to take its distress, or at least human history into accountits self-interest, that seems to be more powerful than God at times and Hell or Satan (for the human soul is written on such a premise, lest we play dice with it like Ms Rice). Why God created Hell, is another issue at bay, but then so is Heaven a mystery, and so was this land called Paradise, perhaps an in-between state to be taught to before one goes to heaven, something like a learning center; perhaps its polar opposite was the City-dock, Ms Rice was at. It was all beyond her comprehension: but one thing she did know for sure, she would no longer have that edge that she was missing something; and now she knew there was such a thing called: God, Hell, the Devil and Paradise; Heaven, shed have to ponder on, again she wa s doubtful on that subject. It has been said, she never thus fare has left that tower, that punishing tower, and her father since has left, perhaps to heaven. She doesnt look out the window anymore, she just paces and paces and paces, walks up and down the stairsas if hell should have a heart, have pity for her: she did get what she asked for, did she not?
The End
Index of Names:
Ms Alexandra Rice
Buer [Assistant and Guard
Gusoyn [Assistant and Guard, quiet
Botis [the Boatman
Opiel [the Gate Keeper
Agaliarept [Commanderthe Henchman
Jesus Christ
Father Rice
DLS [the Evangelist/Counselor
Huwawa [watcher of the river
The King of Ten Wings [Lucifer
Enkidu [who slew Huwawa/Humbaba
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Chapter Story
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