Khadi's Story 10: The boy Heesm writes to his tribal Elders |
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O Elders of the Watchers on the Plains, Greetings. Great honour has come to us, for the One has Returned. I have given myself to him: my body is his. My mind is his, my soul is his and my song is his: even in the silence of the longest darkness I am his. When he first appeared on his bearing-beast of orange I prostrated myself: naked I was and wet from bathing: he did pluck me thus away so that naked I followed him. Through long tunnels of ancient Roads he led me: he was naked because he needed nothing: I was naked because I had nothing. With his excrement he fed me: yet it tasted more beautiful than any food: I ate it joyfully. With his urine he watered me, and often he buggered me, so that my anus bled and hurt: always I wanted more. I love him. I had not expected this. I devote my life to serving him. The prophecies say that I will give my life to him. I will gladly die for him. All my life I was trained to serve, to be silent, to watch, to wait. And it was all for this. Never did I know that it would be me: that I would be the boy who was found. The robe I wove for him, he did not see: he has no use for clothes. He has accepted me as his slave: he has placed an iron collar about my neck: he has had me branded and castrated. He cannot now release me. He has shown the strength of the sword with his arm: he has held it aloft as a sign for all to see. Tomorrow I shall sing the Second Song for him: it is time for him to hear it. Even in the joy of my slavery I have not forgotten my Tasks. He says he wants me to be his friend, but he does know what that word means. He thinks a friend is a possession: that other people are objects to use at will. But I will always be here for him. I love him: all my life I have been waiting for this, not daring to hope, yet hoping to dare. He made me walk barefoot for days: he did the same, yet was uninjured. We were naked, yet he felt neither heat nor cold. He is a man: but he will be a God after I die: I hope he learns to love other people before then. I will try to teach him. He has spoken of a journey to find a Key: that is my name, but he searches still. Tonight he will see a woman who will seduce him: she wants power over him, this I see. He will be a God, but neither she nor I can reach so high. He said he will heal me of my gelding: perhaps the first hope of love is there. His Power feeds from my pain: I suffer gladly. I do not know if he has ever suffered.
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