《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》The Story of Danide the Eunuch, Part 1
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Ever since Danide
was very, very young,
his mother has told him that
one magical day,
a shining man will
knock on the door
and take him away
on his divine path.
“No, mama!”
Danide exclaims,
every time she mentions it.
“I’m staying with you
forever!”
His mother laughs.
He loves his mother.
She is soft, and warm,
and always smells like fresh bread.
“Don’t be foolish,
Danide!”
His mother says.
“That’s the way it’s done.”
Danide and his mother
live in a small, one room cottage
in Farm #31,
a slave-breeding facility
in the Ambari province,
near the city of Trimontium.
Slavery in He-Thing’s time
is considered highly enlightened
compared to the barbarous state
of the institution
during the time
of Epux.
People
no longer bother themselves
with the moral qualms
of the bondage of the black race,
as it is generally considered
humane,
logical,
and, most importantly,
essential
to civilization.
On Danide’s seventh birthday,
his mother bakes him
a chocolate cake,
and she sings to him
as he blows out the candles.
It is summer,
and he is filled with so much
happiness
that he even feels compassion
for the cloud of mosquitoes
hovering excitedly around him.
There is a knock on the door.
Danide’s mother
levels her eyes at her son.
“Go see who it is, Danide,”
she says.
A shining white man,
dressed in gold robes,
stands at the door.
Danide has never seen
a white man before.
“You must be Danide,”
says the man,
smiling
with his bright blue eyes.
“Yes...” says Danide, bashfully.
“I am Shovid the Bridge-Maker,”
says the white man,
“Are you ready to embark
on your divine destiny, Danide?”
Danide looks back
to his mother.
Her eyes are strange.
“Life is a series of goodbyes, baby,”
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she says.
Danide rides in the back
of a high-speed hovercraft
driving east across the Iron Plains.
Another black boy his own age
sits next to him.
Danide asks,
“Where are they taking us?”
“To Hell,” the other boy says,
stoically.
Danide stares out the window.
He has never been outside
Farm #31 before,
and the world is suddenly
thousands of times
larger.
He feels very alone
and small.
Shovid the Bridge-Maker
sits up front
next to the driver.
No one speaks.
The humming vibration
of the hovercraft’s sorcery-engine
makes Danide’s rump go to sleep,
and he shifts in his chair to be
more comfortable.
He looks to the other boy again.
“I’m Danide,” he says.
The other boy does not reply.
The hovercraft arrives
at a small slave-processing facility
built into the orange iron dust
outside Lecht.
The two boys exit the hovercraft,
and Shovid the Bridge-Maker
leads them
to a small chapel,
where inside they join
nine other black boys
the same age as Danide
waiting anxiously on benches.
Shovid the Bridge-Maker
takes his place by the altar
and speaks to the boys —
“It is a great honor for me,”
he says,
in a voice smooth as polished wood,
“To guide you boys
on your first steps
towards your divine destinies.”
Shovid continues,
“We are all gifted
with our unknowable fates
the day the All-or-Nothing
grants us breath,
but the Word provides us
with hope.
In the beginning,
the Great Father
created the First Man,
Alam,
in His own image.”
Shovid smiles at his
congregation.
“And Man carries that image
of the All-or-Nothing
inside him
in every step he takes.”
“The Great Father,”
Shovid preaches,
“had created the First Man
embodied in whiteness
like the Divine White Light
that shines
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in the All-or-Nothing’s heart.”
“And,” Shovid points out,
“the Great Father knew,
as he knows all,
that Man would be lonely,
so he created Woman
to be his companion.”
The Bridge-Maker smiles widely,
and outstretches his hands,
as though he is embracing the boys.
“Then, the All-or-Nothing created the
other races of Man
to serve His chosen people,
the White Man and Woman,
for He knew they would need
servants
and slaves.”
“But,”
Shovid instructs the boys,
“We must remember
what the Word says —
For each man
has been fashioned a destiny
by the All-or-Nothing’s
knowing hands,
and none is any lesser
than any other.”
Danide listens carefully,
but is thinking of his mother —
the way she paints her fingernails
with an ink she makes from
berries from a bush behind their cottage,
the way she hums to herself
when she stands cooking over the hearth,
the wetness of her lips
when she kisses him goodnight.
He looks at the other boys,
who all look as fearful
as he feels.
“We have brought you here today,”
Shovid the Bridge-Maker continues,
“Because it is time
for you to begin preparing
for your divine roles
in our holy society.”
Side doors in the chapel
open
and four priestesses come bearing
fat golden pillows,
upon which sit
black rings
of steel.
Shovid plucks one of the rings
from a pillow,
and holds it up in the air
in exaltation.
“This is your debt
to the Great Father,
for blessing you
with life.”
Danide recognizes the ring immediately —
it is identical to the one his mother wears
around her neck.
Shovid the Bridge-Maker
expands his arms in welcome.
“Rise, boys, line up before me,
and assume your divine destinies.”
The boys get up hesitantly.
They glance at each other
in shame.
They line up.
Danide is second in line.
He watches
as the boy ahead of him bends
his head
and Shovid snaps
a control collar
around his neck.
“Good!” Shovid says with pride,
“Next!”
Danide stands shaking
as he looks up into
the fervent eyes
of Shovid the Bridge-Maker.
Tears spill out
of his own eyes.
“Do not weep, boy!”
Shovid tells him.
“You have a glorious future
ahead of you.“
”I am ready to serve
the Great Father,”
Danide says,
the earth dropping out
beneath his heart.
“And you will,”
Shovid tells him.
to be continued...
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