Sloth
“W
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alk!” she
commanded, “and never look back!”
I thought this was
crazy. But, I followed.
“Hey you, where are
you running away?” the drunken voice continued to call.
“Faster, faster!”
Sophia called.
The dust from the
ground swirled up and filled the air as we paced on. We coughed as we walked.
The drunken man had begun singing:
“Why do you run
beating dust in the air?
Why do you hurry as
if the world needs your care?
Hey, the world’s on
its own, buddy;
You ain’t gonna
make it any inch better!
Come, enjoy some
rum, be a good bum;
Let’s gulp some
spirit and get into the gutter!”
We had already
moved around the corner as his voice began to die away, and were moving ever
quickly on. This street looked even more disordered with dusty cloths, paper,
and dead leaves strewn everywhere. The dust in the air was congesting my nose
as I sneezed. “Stop a little!” I implored Sophia as I halted behind. She walked
a few steps ahead; then, whirled back and coming up to me took Inno from me
saying, “Give her to me! We can’t afford to stop here. This is the doorway of
Death!”
“Do we need to be
moving so fast?” I argued. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Don’t ask
questions, now! Just follow!” was the only explanation she gave; then, she
turned and began walking away again.
“Won’t a slower
pace get us out the same?” I cried as I sneezed and coughed. She had already
disappeared far ahead. “Haven’t you learnt that the slow and steady win the
race?” I shouted.
“Yes, it does if
there are unsteady hares in the race; at the moment, the quick and steady win
the race!”
A strong hot gale
now drew in from somewhere spinning whirls of dust in the dim street and
blurring sight altogether. A gust of dust filled my nostrils and I sneezed
profusely. I saw a door and pounded on it hard. The door instantly unlocked and
I jumped in locking it behind. For a moment I stood there all silent with my
eyes closed and my lungs trying to clear up and inhale some dustless air.
“Come over here!”
someone called and I opened my eyes. The room was some kind of a messed up,
murky pub; and, it smelt of strong liquor. Drunks were strewn here and there
all over the place, some lying on benches, some lying on the floor. “What kind
do you want?” I heard the voice again and turned to a man behind a desk. He
seemed to be the bartender.
“Oh nothing, I’m
sorry, I’m leaving,” I replied. He looked curious. A strong hand pushed me from
behind towards the desk. A hand yanked off the purse that Piety had given me
and handed it over to the bartender. He grinned. I felt powerless. The
bartender drew a bottle of liquor and poured it into a glass placed before me.
“Drink,” he said, “and forget your malady!” I rose up to leave.
“Give me back my
money!” I demanded.
“Your money?” he
asked sarcastically. Then he slapped the purse on the desk and looking
threateningly in my eyes grunted, “Go away!”
I grabbed the purse
and got up. At that moment, the heavy and tall man pushed me down. I got up
again, but he pushed me back down. “Well done, Torpor!” the bartender cried,
“Let’s see how he can get away!” I rose up again and was felled. I now felt
listless and haziness settled on my eyelids. Yet, I knew that I must get out of
here. “This is the doorway of Death!” I remembered Sophia had said. “Where were
they now?” I thought to myself. I tried to rise again and saw the heavy hand
descend. At that instant, my hands gripped the pendant and pierced his hands.
He shrunk back with a cry of pain. I jumped up and darted out of the room with
such a loud cry that would have rocked their stupors down.
Outside, the dusty
winds were more severe, but I didn’t linger. I rushed. I ran. I slipped at one
place; but, I flung myself up and ran. To my astonishment and horror, Sophia
and Inno had disappeared. I cried out in desperation and searched like a mad
man. But, I found them nowhere. I began to sweat profusely, and then I realized
that the rags inside bit my flesh hard. I decided to run faster and so ran
deriding the wind and despising the pain. I coughed and sneezed but I ran.
Finally, I reached an intersection. On the other side was the Market. I crossed
over and entered in. I sat on a bench, put my head in my hands, and wept
bitterly. Then, I remembered the scroll, and instantly pulled it out. “To
Superbia” were the only words written on it. At that moment, a bus pulled by.
“To Superbia, To Superbia!” a man announced. I got into it.
A seat on the front
was empty, so I went and sat on it. My eyes were red with tears. I deeply
regretted my foolish whimsical action that had led me to this state of
desperation. A grizzly old man came and sat by my side.
“Coming from Acedia?”
he inquired.
“Yes, the dust is
great there,” I mused.
“Yes, it is,” he
nodded.
I turned away and
looked out of the window. The bustling Market showed no signs of being unusual
or abnormal. Everything seemed to be in place.
“Can’t understand
how these trouble-makers get in,” the grizzly man continued, “but, it’s
interesting to know that the Chief of them has been caught and will be executed
soon. Are you also going to the Amphitheatre to see the trial?”
“What trial are you
talking about?”
“Come on, you can’t
be ignoramus! Don’t you know that the most wanted Stranger has been captured
and, following the trial, will be handed over to Thanatos? He was actually
captured in Invidia.”
I was shocked.
“When did that happen? How was he captured?” I asked.
“They had been
hunting for him for very long now. Invidia captured him when he seemed to have
ventured into her Square. A little bash-thrash in her dungeon and the
Arch-Enemy was unmasked, humiliated, and uncovered.”
I became speechless
and a dark gloom settled on my face. He looked at me and laughed. “You really
can make a face,” he said, “You won’t need a mask at Superbia, I guess.” He
laughed again. I didn’t understand what he meant. The bus stopped at the
beginning of an intersection. The man stood up. “I must get down here to finish
some work,” he explained, “Guess we’ll meet at the theatre; but, I don’t think
we’ll recognize each other (he chuckled); my mask is the best camouflage in the
City ever.” He briskly got away.
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