Note: here are two tales, somewhat out of place, written at the last moments of reediting the book (6-2007), written so the reader can easily put into focus what happened during the Capture of the King of Atlantis while in the watery tomb of Atlantis, the gardens, and the Wisdom of Ais, for she did acquire some during her long voyage from Atlantis to Hell, and then seeking out Limbo. The short sketches are simple untold tales within the tales you have just read, tales that might help produce for the reader a more descriptive picture of those two events.
The Wisdom of Ais
(Written 6-22-2007)
(After the Capture of Her Husband, Phrygian, Anases listens to the wisdom of Ais so she stood forth and said: “I shall go forward, rather than wait for the foes of hell to weigh on me, wondering what their next move will be.”
Then Anases cried out in the garden of Atlantis, in its water tomb, “Ais, Queen of Atlantis, from the House of Phrygian, you have seen the evil of the times, and of the counsels of Hell were vain, and that in the shameless land there is no hiding, no escape yet known, and none will take our place and now you have walked away from the husband of yours that once sat indeed in the high-seat of Atlantis, and who was ruler of all the world. Let me know be your companion. For what is left!”
Ais arose and said firmly, “You do no evil that I know of, nor speak it, thus, there is no shame in you, I did before as I do now, as my heart tells me to I say to you old friend and now companion… (She hesitates a moment) this woe is now come, and I will go on behalf of the House of my Father, to seek an entrance into this Limbo. I’ve had enough pain in my existence be it on earth or here in Hell, we must simply go in a great haste and peruse a new abode, be it Limbo, or another corner of Hell. I deem this place is no longer a sanctuary, as it once was for us.
Those words did indeed foster a kind of smile and adrenaline rush for Anases, “We then must leave, for shapes dwell in the passing of ships in the waters of Hades, and they all lead to evil,” responded Anases.
Now Ais, in her haste to go, left Anases to his own, somewhat forgetting he was not coming, or following her to the opening in the mountain that lead out into the waters, for had she looked back, she would have seen Anases holding on to a huge stone structure of the dilapidated Atlantis. When she did turn around, he spoke from a distance, “Let me have my last moment please (grievously).”
“I beg you, come now…leave behind what remnants of an age long gone to its decaying process, it is but a dying shadow in a big ocean,” said Ais.
“Nay, nay, do take me with you, take me far away so I cannot find this place again,” he said.
The Great Capture
(Written 6-22-2007)
The capture of the King of Atlantis (Phrygian) was of course not by accident, but rather a planned betrayal, in the Garden of Poseidonia, in the watery tomb of a mountain in the waters of Hades: that said, I must insure the details are written down for posterity sake, for it was left out in the full, during the narration of the story, I shall tell it as it was from the memory of Beelzebub who told it a hundred times on the docks of Hell (The King of Demons)who was present, what could be better than that:
“…as we drew near in that watery tomb of Atlantis, hidden we were in the garden, for the moment came when we took step by step, yes indeed we crept behind him, halting, when he stood silent, so he could not here our breath, or foot movement, and , and see where my eyes were burning, burning I say with anticipation of his capture. I said to my self a thousand times that hour, ‘…get the king, get the king…’ and my presence did not dawn on him. Unwavering I was, and of course, my companions, but it was me behind him, the closest, I dare anyone to say different. I insured I remained against the light, so his compadre, Anases did not see me, and he did not. Escape was not possible at this moment, and it was for me beyond enduring, for I wanted to grab him, but I did not want him to escape.
Then I and my companions leaped on him, all at once, all of us…forcing him down, and hogtied him with chains. Yes, peril fell upon this king of kings from the earth, like a spider to a fly, like lightening striking a tree, like a bear grabbing its prey, that was us.”
And so remembered the mind of the demon, and his mind grew dark and more adventurous every time he told the story. The only thing the King said in his mind after the event was that, ‘All hope is false in Hell!’
A Poem for Ais
Blood burns, when there is sadness,
For Ais, learned this to be so;
But now her memories of Phrygian
Were dead and solidly froze
(now in the house of Limbo);
She knew not what she would find
Should she try to remember?
For her crossing from youth to old
Was all peril…!
No: 1882 6-22-2007
The Phrygian’ Mystery
(In Port of Poseidonia)
Written 6-23-2007
It was a strange scene. The killing of the High Priest of Poseidonia, Xandore, his brother, Xandoro heard it (as he was standing below the 1500-step doorway to the high tower), knew of it, didn’t see it, but Agaliarept knew Xandoro knew of it, he had to, he was Xandore´s assistant
in the temples of Poseidonia, the sister, Sham-hat whom also was a love priestess, she watched her older brother, now possessed by Agaliarept, with a bears eye, and a dears heart (or so she figured he was), but even more so she watched Xandoro, whom she knew the King and Agaliarept would go after, she had heard much of the ways of her brother Xandore´s new moods, and pale skin, and now Poseidonia had two mysteries, what happened to Xandore? And now where was Xandoro? Secrets were never much in Poseidonia, but mysteries were.
It was the third day Xandoro was missing, and she dare not ask anyone in the palace, especially the demon infested new high priest with the shell of Xandore around him, nor the King (the Queen Ais, was not Queen yet, not at this time, but a princess of some far off island).
And it was that she walked through the Grand Market Place, this third evening of her brother’s missing, the king and Agaliarept were having Orgies with boys, soldier’s wives, virgins, as often they did when life got boring, in the small palace house in the market place, it was useful since it was close to where the king and Agaliarept could grab whomever they wished to have lust with that evening. The King of Atlantis was young, lustful, and spontaneous, if not foolish.
It was a strange scene though, as Sham-hat walked through the underground corridors, the very ones the king used to go from building to building so he could not be seen. She had heard that a solider had seen the likes of the King and Xandore carrying Xandoro down the steps into the underground catacombs of Atlantis, and so as I will say again, she was in those very same corridors, and she had given herself to the guard to be there.
The candles she had, showed patches of light in this inky dark underground tomb of sorts. As she looked back, she saw only figures projected against the light, but on the floor she noticed drops of blood, perhaps when they dragged his body his foot cut, or perhaps he was still alive and he cut his foot on one of the perturbing rocks, to give someone a sign he was going to be buried alive as a sacrifice to his Goddess, or Zeus himself.
It was a solid rock floor she walked on, and a maze at that. She had a gleam of hope that perhaps he would still be alive, hoping his coffin was large enough to keep enough air in it. She tried to put herself in her brother’s position, if she was in a coffin, she would hope he would figure out she might be alive. If she was him, she’d even try to cut her food, with out drawing suspicion of course by the two culprits dragging him, or carrying him, thus leaving signs where she was being taken, but of course in this case He. Therefore she looked for any other signs that might he left.
She followed the blood droppings, they were a few steps from one another, and it was a long drag of the foot and leg. The dust on the floor was moved about one could see, that is to say, it was disturbed. It looked as if he was fighting, and stumbled a few places by the marks on the floor, and even some fingers dug into the walls—scratch marks, perhaps made purposely.
She had to interpret this quickly, for the foot steps had stopped, the three pairs anyhow, her brothers among the two assailants. She walked back a ways from where she came from, the tunnel was long and dusty, and she noticed a word written on the wall, suspicious, she put her hands on the wall as if to feel some kind of abnormal sense. Surely if he could he would be saying something now, so he was either dead, or gagged, and hands tied perhaps. It was becoming an exasperating evening, yet she could not stop, she felt there was progress up to this point.
The abductors had to have concealed him in this vicinity, she concluded, the three pair of foot prints stopped here. The word she read was “Mouse.” Down a ways, in the corner of the floor, on the ground, was a hole, just a little mouse-hole so it looked, or was it a breathing hole, Questioned Sham-hat?
For her life she could not distinguish a thing out of it, seemingly this was the only sign she had to go by, and so she started digging with her fingers at the mouse hole, making it bigger, shinning the light over it, placing the lit candles against the wall so she could dig with two hands—the candles (two of them lit together) were burning down slowly but burning down nonetheless, and she’d need time to get on back through the tunnels once her mission was done (so was her thinking at this moment), signs unseen to others with less light, and the only sign she had, and her instincts told her it was a grave; on her knees she dug, examined the ground, inch by inch continuing to dig. For some three hours, she crawled around this space on her knees until she disengaged one stone, perhaps a foot long and the same deep. Then she removed another, and she found it was a large tomb, and she went down into it—dropping her body down several feet, that is to say, she held the candles in her mouth, what was left of them, and hanging on to the edge of the square hole, she dropped with her feet below her onto a stone floor, a mausoleum of sorts. There were several men and women there on pyres, and her brother was among them, except, the others were of a skeleton kind, and rotted cloths hanging on them, loosely.
She moved closer to her brother, his eyes opened, he was tied to the pyre, and was gagged. She looked behind her, heard something like foot steps above her, she would have to step on her brothers shoulders (she figured), once renewed with life to get out of this large tomb, what she didn’t know was, behind her was the soldier she had pad with flesh to get entrance to the catacombs (also the king and Agaliarept figured something of this nature may take place, and warned the guards to keep an eye out of this kind of behavior, lest they lose their eyes for not doing so); and as she started to take the gag out of her brother’s mouth, an she could hear the footsteps nearing.
For her part, she felt she could not make it back up without her brother, and where could she hide if she did, and there really was no time before those footsteps were overhead; in any case, the next sound she heard was the stones she had dug out by hand were being put back into place, and needless to say, the candles she had brought were almost completely burned to its bottom portion of the wick, and it would burn out quickly.
(And so it remained a mystery in the Port of Poseidonia thereafter Until now.)
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