Fairy tale : perché il drago gallese è rosso. Seconda parte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After long deliberation, while all the workmen and people outside
waited for their verdict, the wise men agreed upon a remedy.

Now in ancient times, it was a custom, all over the world, notably in
China and Japan and among our ancestors, that when a new castle or
bridge was to be built, they sacrificed a human being. This was done
either by walling up the victim while alive, or by mixing his or her
blood with the cement used in the walls. Often it was a virgin or a
little child thus chosen by lot and made to die, the one for the many.

The idea was not only to ward off the anger of the spirits of the air,
or to appease the dragons under ground, but also to make the workmen
do their best work faithfully, so that the foundation should be sure
and the edifice withstand the storm, the wind, and the earthquake
shocks.

So, nobody was surprised, or raised his eyebrows, or shook his head,
or pursed up his lips, when the king announced that what the wise men
declared, must be done and that quickly. Nevertheless, many a mother
hugged her darling more closely to her bosom, and fathers feared for
their sons or daughters, lest one of these, their own, should be
chosen as the victim to be slain.

King Vortigern had the long horn blown for perfect silence, and then
he spoke:

“A child must be found who was born without a father. He must be
brought here and be solemnly put to death. Then his blood will be
sprinkled on the ground and the citadel will be built securely.”

Within an hour, swift runners were seen bounding over the Cymric
hills. They were dispatched in search of a boy without a father, and a
large reward was promised to the young man who found what was wanted.
So into every part of the Cymric land, the searchers went.

One messenger noticed some boys playing ball. Two of them were
quarreling. Coming near, he heard one say to the other:

“Oh, you boy without a father, nothing good will ever happen to you.”

“This must be the one looked for,” said the royal messenger to
himself. So he went up to the boy, who had been thus twitted and spoke
to him thus:

“Don’t mind what he says.” Then he prophesied great things, if he
would go along with him. The boy was only too glad to go, and the next
day the lad was brought before King Vortigern.

The workmen and their wives and children, numbering thousands, had
assembled for the solemn ceremony of dedicating the ground by shedding
the boy’s blood. In strained attention the people held their breath.

The boy asked the king:

“Why have your servants brought me to this place?”

Then the sovereign told him the reason, and the boy asked:

“Who instructed you to do this?”

“My wise men told me so to do, and even the sovereign of the land
obeys his wise councilors.”

“Order them to come to me, Your Majesty,” pleaded the boy.

When the wise men appeared, the boy, in respectful manner, inquired of
them thus:

“How was the secret of my life revealed to you? Please speak freely
and declare who it was that discovered me to you.”

Turning to the king, the boy added:

“Pardon my boldness, Your Majesty. I shall soon reveal the whole
matter to you, but I wish first to question your advisers. I want them
to tell you what is the real cause, and reveal, if they can, what is
hidden here underneath the ground.”

But the wise men were confounded. They could not tell and they fully
confessed their ignorance.

The boy then said:

“There is a pool of water down below. Please order your men to dig for
it.”

At once the spades were plied by strong hands, and in a few minutes
the workmen saw their faces reflected, as in a looking glass. There
was a pool of clear water there.

Turning to the wise men, the boy asked before all:

“Now tell me, what is in the pool?”

As ignorant as before, and now thoroughly ashamed, the wise men were
silent.

“Your Majesty, I can tell you, even if these men cannot. There are two
vases in the pool.”

Two brave men leaped down into the pool. They felt around and brought
up two vases, as the boy had said.

Again, the lad put a question to the wise men:

“What is in these vases?”

Once more, those who professed to know the secrets of the world, even
to the demanding of the life of a human being, held their tongues.

“There is a tent in them,” said the boy. “Separate them, and you will
find it so.”

By the king’s command, a soldier thrust in his hand and found a folded
tent.

Again, while all wondered, the boy was in command of the situation.
Everything seemed so reasonable, that all were prompt and alert to
serve him.

“What a splendid chief and general, he would make, to lead us against
our enemies, the ‘Long Knives!'” whispered one soldier to another.

“What is in the tent?” asked the boy of the wise men.

Not one of the twelve knew what to say, and there was an almost
painful silence….

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