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Zacharias - Part II
by Theodore K. Nasos
2016-04-26 09:57:55
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Zacharias, myths and truths

“My dear Sir,” the thin man sitting on the sofa said after the introductions. “I really appreciate that you decided to see me, even though I’m fully aware that it all sounded like …like a big bubble with hot air.” Sir John and I laughed with the phrase. Very descriptive, very modern with all the hot balloons here and there in the spring air.

After a few seconds silence, the young man continued, “My father used to talk about, you know.” Sir John looked surprised for a change. “Very proud of you, he used to say that you have set an example for all of us.” I could see Sir John earning a couple of inches with these word. I felt like laughing but this would have been the worst possible time even for a whisper.

“Really?” was the only thing Sir John said.

“Of course! He kept talking about the way you solved that story with the stolen jewels and how you got to the thief much earlier than the police. Actually, he used to say that it was you who got the bulger but been the man you are, you let the police take all the glory.”

Sir John quietly nodded a thank you to the young man and then sat on the arm chair facing the sofa.

“it was this story indeed that led me to write you a note, which very kindly you answered and I will be always grateful for regardless what will you decide after our conversation.” Nobody said anything for a while so the young man continued.

“I suppose you are both familiar with my father’s story with the young lady.” He asked looking both of us. We both nodded.

zac01_400“Well this story has two sides.”

“Aren’t they all?” Whispered Sir John to my direction.

“There is one story that everybody says, that has been written in newspapers and books and there is the other story, my father told us. My mother and me.

“There was a storm and there was a sinking ship. There were dead and there was a girl. What there was not was cannibals. The girl hid my father from her tribe not because they were going to eat him but because they would see him as an evil outsider and most likely kill him.”

I was ready to say, the same thing. Cannibals or not he was dead, but I thought this was not the right time for this kind of logical explanations.

“And yes there was a box, only he had to hide inside it once when somebody went to see the girl. And yes it is true all the story on how she helped him escape the village and later build a boat. And it was true that she helped him sew the sails. Well not from her clothes, that was not true, but she did help him with the sails.

“It was also true that the first time he tested the boat the wind took him in the deep and he never found the way back to the island but in two days’ time the royal navy found him in the boat, sail destroyed, hungry and thirsty and saved him.”

We were all silent for a moment.

“Now I said it all loud, I think most of the story was true but when you read it is all about the cannibals. The cannibals did this and that and all this time my father was nowhere to be seen or heard, supposedly hiding in the box.” Sir John smiled.

“Did you think that the story with the stolen jewel might have been exactly the same? Most of it imagination and little truth?”

The young man looked Sir John in the eyes silently and then he said, “The truth is that it did cross my mind. But father was so sure that it was all true – apart from the part where the police took all the glory – which he left me no doubt. You see my father knew how to read the lies behind the words.”

“Please continue.”

“Yes, yes. Of course. Well that was it, father was back and then a few months his new adventure started and this one became a book. History. Past. My father had new stories to discover. But his woman apart that due to the books and the articles had become something like the muse of the story, something like the romantic edge of a very violent story with a bit of mystery since in the last chapter of the book, if you remember, it is her waving goodbye from the shore and my father trying to come back.

“So, young man, what’s the mystery? You seem to have truths and myths in order, why you need me?”

“Because she’s here, Sir John!”


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