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Harrison arched his back to pay him homage, then he began to speak: “As you all know, I’ve ever been truthful, being the son of Sergius Burton, one of the faithful hero in this kingdom. It was true I fled past Ted, who was loitering around my seat, but I never remembered pushing him,” lied Harrison, who had pushed Ted intentionally. “If indeed I’ve mistakenly jostled you off while I was running to escape the bell, I’m very sorry,” said Harrison as he turned to Ted in a sober reflection, which he had misleadingly framed up. “But the allegation raised against me that I was assisted by the Power Guard is nothing near the truth,” added Harrison. The Magistrate nodded slowly in a gullible manner. “I believe all you’ve said Harrison,” said the magistrate softly as he fondled Harrison’s hair affectionately. “Ted, you’re doomed. The Kim you’re trying to protect has also testified against you. You’ve got to prove to us that your mirror was indeed on the floor somewhere.” And instantly the man brought out a shiny object which was exhibiting metallic luster. It was named the ‘Floor Searcher’ because it was capable of revealing every thing found on Gyrus hall floor at any given time. No mirror was found on the floor as the Floor Searcher scanned the Gyrus floor. “No mirror on the floor. Ted you’re dead!” announced the man. “I—I… It was there.” “The Floor Searcher’s no liar. It has testified against you,” the Magistrate pronounced. Just then a putrid smell filled the air, forcing everyone to hold there noses firmly again. “I picked it from the floor, Ted’s right,” declared Henry’ appearing in every one’s mirror. They spat on the floor again. The Magistrate, closing his nostril, said, “Hey, Henry, don’t talk anymore. You’re stinking for heaven’s sake! Keep shut!” “I’ve got to talk. I picked Ted’s mirror up when I was walking to my—” “Okay show us the mirror,” said the magistrate, “but don’t say anything. Just raise it up.” By asking Henry not to speak, the magistrate was only trying to avoid the smell coming out of Henry’s teeth, which was the most pungent. “Here,” said Henry as he hoisted the mirror. “I said don’t say a word, your mouth smells rotten egg.” Henry’s eyeballs roamed back and forth in their sockets. They were able to focus thousands of people at once. All those he saw were fixing their gazes scornfully at him. “I’ve seen it,” said the magistrate. Then he faced Ted squarely and said, “Now I believe you. You’re lucky it wasn’t broken.” Henry thought, “If it was broken what’s going to be the consequence?” but no one heard him to give him the answer, since no one was able to read his mind. “Now, Ted, for raising false allegation, you shall die.” “But, but—” objected Ted. “But what?” “Someone raised a false allegation too, today, but he wasn’t killed,” protested Ted. “And who was that?” “Henry,” said Ted quickly, “He told a lie and earned a title with it instead. The reason why I raised the allegation was because I needed to break Henry’s record as the greatest liar.” “Wonderful!” the man’s face gleamed with excitement. “I’ve got to consult my magistrates and lieutenants to hear their views.” After a silent discussion, the dean was up again to speak: “I believe what Ted said concerning breaking Henry’s record. Ted is the right-hand man of Henry, so he had always enjoyed sharing same things with Henry. As we all know, a snail and its cocoon can never move in separate direction. I suggest that Ted should be set free and awarded like Henry, but should also be warned not to do such a thing anymore.” “Ted, you’re freed,” declared the magistrate at last. “Thank you sir,” said Ted already moving to his seat in a hurry. “Ladies and gentlemen, I declare Ted Manuel the second Gyrus greatest liar!” Shouts of ridicules followed. Ted sat again on his seat. Then his mirror began to fly to him. Ted was already incurious about the fight; not supporting any of the fighters anymore, since they had both contributed somehow to his almost-dying risk. He was about to take a nap, his head on his desk, when Henry’s voice came up in his mirror. “Ted,” called Henry and the foul-smell followed, but this time it was Ted alone perceiving its concentrated form, since he was the one Henry was directing his speech. “Thanks Henry, for your help,” Ted said, covering his nose. “No thanks, your ignorance almost killed you.” “How?” Henry smiled, anticipating a fresh argument. “Kim will win, no matter what Harrison has done.” “Why d’you think so?” “Because Grandwala the Spider told me this indirectly; he said the wiser of the two shall win. Since Kim’s a Mystery Maker he’s wiser, so he will win.” “You think so?” said Ted disbelieving him. “Have you forgotten the proverb, a word is enough for the wise? I warned Kim day and night, he wouldn’t heed my warning. If he’s wise, a word should have been enough for him. He’s definitely foolish to have turned deaf ears to my collection of words—not just a word now.” Then angrily, Ted declared, “Whoever wins is none of my business.” Henry was glad, anticipating that he would win the argument. “I’ll win you now and our argument score will become infinity—two.” “Shut up!” shunned Ted. Henry’s smell was becoming unbearable for the boy, who had wet the floor beneath him with spittle and had to raise his legs a bit so as not to hamper the activity of the mop, which had been thrown there to work by itself by a quick lady-cleaner on the gangway. Kim and Harrison had not yet performed any action. Each was waiting for the other to make the first move. “Fight!” the magistrate had shouted over and over again, but the two had appeared deaf to his compelling bellows. Eventually Kim whispered: “Harrison, that wand you’re holding’s fake. If you try use it against me it will work against you.” “I don’t think so,” Harrison replied audaciously. Kim launched forward at once. He stretched his hand toward Harrison and the latter was lifted whole from the ground. He landed again with a heavy thud. His wand fell off far away in the process. Harrison crawled rapidly to have it back, but Kim was blowing it off with a little draught of breeze he was letting out of his mouth as soon as Harrison’s hand was almost touching it. The boy kept crawling in a silly way, like a creepy-crawly. Henry said to Ted again smiling, “I’m winning.” “Leave me alone,” responded Ted, whose head was resting on his desk, not watching the fight. When Harrison was fed up, he yelled, “Kim, you’re a coward! Why can’t you let me have my wand?” “I won’t let you have it ’cos it will kill you. It won’t be to my honor, because I’ll prefer to finish you up with my own hands rather than allowing you commit suicide.” “NOooooo!” screamed Harrison and jumped at Kim immediately holding his neck tight. “If you won’t allow me have my wand, then I’ll strangle you.” Kim hunched his back swiftly, letting Harrison fall in front of him, over the resultant convex curvature made by the hunch. He was unable to get up. Every moment Henry howled in joy, Dolly doled out hard slaps on his back to ask him to keep shut, but Henry was carried away in the euphoria. Kim placed a leg on Harrison’s tummy and laughed. He opened his shirt and tucked his hand into it to take out another wand. “Harrison this is the Power Guard’s wand I collected from you back on earth,” he whispered to Harrison’s hearing alone. Kim transformed it into a banana, peeled it and ate the edible thing in it. Then he guffawed cruelly: “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! The man’s wand is gone forever. Now I’ll turn my wand into a truncheon and hit you to death.” He transformed his wand into a very huge truncheon as he had said and began to bludgeon Harrison with it. Kim thumped Harrison’s legs severely and they were swollen. “Those legs of yours, you’ll never use it to walk up here anymore.” Kim persisted in the brutal deed, having hit Harrison’s body to the point that they were bleeding profusely. “Please! Please!” Harrison shouted as he dragged his body slowly on the floor, trying to reach the wand. Kim noticed he was still trying to have the wand, so he said, “You still need your wand? Maybe I’ll allow you have it, since you insist.” Kim kicked the wand to his reach and Harrison took it quickly. Harrison managed to get up on his feet. After three attempts he was able to get up on his feet, but was unsteady like a toddler. “I’ve got my wand back!” screamed Harrison gladly. “You’ve got your death,” Kim replied. “Don’t delay, use it.” “I will,” said Harrison, staggering for balance. Then pointing the wand at Kim, he said, “Trilus mac lin tal camis.” The wand beamed a great White light toward Kim, but this time around, the speed of the light was far far greater than the theoretical speed of light; perhaps it was emitting a radiation that was not belonging to the range of the visible light, but the Gyrusers could see it because of their great optical skills. It seemed the light was massive, going by the way it had lifted Kim far into the sky. He landed back to ‘gyrus’ with a fatal crash (gyrus was the term representing ‘earth’—meaning ‘ground’—in Gyrus). He made a statement before he died: “The Magic Power Guard helped you.” Though the voice was very faint with negligible intensity, yet it was audible for everyone in the hall, thanks to the Automatic Gain Control, one of the laudable inventions of the Power Guard. The amplifier was able to magnify sounds up to thousand times the original sound. It also had the ability to bring down a deafening sound down to a negligible intensity. As the name implied, the great gadget worked automatically. If not for the AGC that had lowered the voice of the spider, perhaps the gargantuan sound would have broken to pieces the mirrors of the citizens when the sound was transmitted through them some hours ago. “I did it!” Harrison leapt, blood all over, but the magistrate was not paying attention. He was pondering on Kim’s last statement. “I heard Kim say the Magic Power Guard helped you, is it true?” asked the man in bewilderment. “It’s far from the truth sir,” replied Harrison in fear. “Well—”said the magistrate, “Maybe it was just a hallucination.” “It’s not,” yelled Henry angrily. “The Power Guard helped him.”
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 11:57:50 +0000

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