Old men, gods, and Kings. | Chapter three, Ep. #005

It was a story of power, yes, about how some men were to have it and prosper, while others would not.  

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...The old man, no, not that one but the other old man, he is older than all of them, and would have been around long enough to have seen all of these and other such happenings.

So, the tasks would have fallen plumb onto him to do the records, and for telling the stories. Stories such as these…

Gods of the wind

They were great to date, those very gods of the eight, you know them, the eight winds, four and four more of them, you want to have them on your safe side, especially if, and when you are seafaring folks lied, like they were. No, not the liars, but the other, the seafarers. They were all seafaring men over there.

You are doing okay having the wind at your bay, on the backside of the deeps, don't ever stay, don't let them have to come back-up upon you, nor up against the glides of morning dew, like they did do unto those other Rhue.

Who? Them, look, look at them, I’m a-pointy-fingering at them, those Rhues. You know, they are those who did not love, serve nor worship who? That would be them, -as in those gods, true? True.

They were the mighty gods of the wind. But as for them, as for those other men! Upon their coming in, the gods would have driven them hard and fierce, and they would have ended up upon the pierced, you know, like, upon the piercings of the nose and earrings, and they would have turned around to hear the rings ringing on the herrings, and then tried playing scarce at the doorstep of the Lars space. Not knowing that that was the region of those peoples most fierce, and home to the very people who love and serves them, yes them, those gods.

But for what reason, I would have asked him –my dad? Because. This one bad, I cannot ever seem to be able to comprehend. But then again.

It was a story of power, and still is mighty to shower, you know! Like, like how we’d like to shower you with the wonders of how some men were to prosper, while others will not, you know, like, like, will not prosper. Yes man, the struggle continues on, just like it is said by that Rawpa Crawpa man, yeah! And based upon the facts.

It’s about those who have it and those who want it. And of knowing where and how to go about getting it. Or not knowing a thing to quit. But as for them? As for the squared ones.

They would have come right on in. Riding square upon the very same winds. Whoring for ore, and to raid the store.

Lars would have seen them come, way before they had landed plumb out there on the shore, and would have summoned up the blowers, one two three and four her.

Spread now the news, go tell it out there on the mews, tell all of them, go, tell the mighty foursome winds and all of each one's in-between, and that was to make up the eight of them.

And so went out the hissing stings, the whistling whim of the whirlwind and she would have pointed the fury square at him, and at all of his squared gentlemen, those who were coming in with him, they never did know what had hit them, other than the mightiest of rushing winds.

They were to come still sailing on in since that would have been better than to turn their backs to the wind, and they would have made friends with Clem, and with those other circulars folks around the bend, good for them, but bad for Clem in the end. But it was not for their lack of friends why they had was to go to attend, squarely, they were studying lars, and that was to cost them dearly for, you know, like, for giving secrets away, as to how they speak to the wind and causes winds to obey.

And then, squares were done only when he was done at mutating them, you know, the almighty gods of the wind. And would have given something else in the place of them. Oh, how hast thou fallen oh mighty godly winds?

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“You are Right Zar,” said the golden old-end kingly aid to him, under his breath there upon his bed of death, for a king. …You are right, you are a Lar.

Meanwhile, from over yonder far, those two inquisitive were there peeping in through the bars. And eavesdropping. Here they are.

…That’s him? “Yeah! That would be Elezar,” he is the chief and king who would have looked out and over far and would have seen them and the way they are.

They did come in from yonder far covered up in all of that tar, and the dusty ash leftover cigar. Piled up high there in the tray registrar.

They were looking forward and far. And yet further ahead of the gar it would seem. And they were running too, but not to join up with the dream team crew. They were running away from their own kind of a Kingsley kings’ blue-blooded hue.

Well, he wasn’t king yet. Was just out to steal and to get whatever he could get, things to eat and the family’s food, you bet.

Look …They are talking again, “look, look at them, he is talking to Edgar,” look, there they are, the aged king and him. “Yes, He is the head bar dear, the King’s protector and armor bearer too.” “…that’s him? That’s Edgar?” “Yeah -that is Edgar.”

Still standing there at the end of the bed bar where you know who, or somebody else, old or new, somebody will be laid out dead in no time, soon.

No matter what’s the spread. From a jack to a king under the crown upon his head, hidden away there and hiding still, hiding away from Blue blood bled. The blood which was already spilled as said.

As you already know, Larries thirst was avenged squarely upon Kingsley’s thread. But then again. Back to the story now, and as to how and when it had begun.

It was due to the storm, and to the darkness which was brought on, they had not seen anything the likes of that before, nor has it ever happened over there again, since.

They were really worried, and not knowing what it was that was going to be happening to them, and to the thing which they wanted to have cooked, and curried.

And then, then came the others, wanting them to share all that which they might have had left over there with them, which wasn’t much to begin. And they weren’t even asking but was forcefully taking, like, like taking everything away as if it all belonged to them they.

So, right away they knew that they would have had to leave and go, go away if they were to live and survive the day. And that was what they did.

They would have taken to the high seas. Under the darkness of trees, and aided greatly by the darkness storm, which had been what caused the whole situation, -the alarm, to begin with.

Larry King’s men were out doing their route. Yeah! He was King at the time, yes, Larry would have been king long before all of them, those brutes, yes, those squared kingly fake friendly mess.

It was in the dark of the night, just coming on to daylight. That was when Clem and his men were to first catch sight of them, coming in upon the waves and driven by winds.

The Larry King was ready, ready for the fury, ready to bear it down upon them like the clouds from the heavens dory. It was Clem and his men, Clem was young then, and very strong. Along with his mighty men of war with their spears and bows and arrows to spar.

But, there was no need to hurry, they were coming in rather slowly, just a tiny group of folks who probably had drifted off course and would have been desperate for help, rather than for stealth.

“So, come on in my friends, come right on in, in your tiny sailing thing.” Said the Larry King to them, well, it was his son who would have said it when at the first he would have met up with them. And no, it was not really to them that he would have spoken, just said it there among his friends who would have grunted a chuckling laugh with him.

The squares were scared when the darkness would have cleared, scared to see that there on the banks, was a mighty army, weird, they would have sworn sweared, staring upon the sight of lars standing there, with sharp pointy weapons pointed squarely up at them and theirs, and dearly, right there up under their beard, eerily.

The white flag was to go up, and trembling legs buck. As in buckled. “Come on in into the Larry King’s kingly types of welcoming,” said Clem, more chuckles.

That was how they were to come in into the spheres of Lars and their kings. And was to spend a whole solstice span there with them, but then.

The day was to come when other squares were to pass by again, coming in from the cold with tidings to them that the storm had passed and the warring had ended.

Time for squares to leave the lands of Lars where they had landed, and be gone again to their own place in the rain far and back-handed. But that wasn’t to be the way how the story would have ended, because everybody knows it by far. They never stop when it comes to the war.

Lars are Lars and squares are squares.

While they sojourned there in the land, those squares, they would have built up strong ties with the Lars over there on that side, and the relationships would have carried on over periods which were long and wide.

Until the times of Kingsley King ii. By then, you know, by then the relationships between all those squared and shapely folks had softened, and they were becoming friends and brothers again, and met up with each other often.

Not that it did put a taw of any sorts on the relationships of hearts between the Lars and the new-found friends, at least not that visible as it was to come across to them easily.

But, but everybody knows that blood is thicker than milk, and stronger than even silk.

Most definitely, it is thicker than a palm full of Larries’ drinking water and mixing it in with the silt. No, not now, wait until after, to get in the laughter? Now, move along, faster.

Now those wondering squares, and the Kingsley King of theirs, they are so tight now that, not even a light from outside of a dark night can seem to get in between them, and certainly, not such weird a thing as a Larried King.

And although they had sworn to remain the very best of friends, to the very journey’s end. That was then but, this is now.

And as you and everyone else already know.

Some men are like cows, they never go, no matter how hard you may drive them.  And there are others yet who, just like them, were found to be in need, like in need of surgical lens.

Can't seems to see very far in front of them, yeah, that would have been him -that said Elezar, yeah! The said Larried king and his sunny suntan children, so they say, so says all of them over by the bay. But, are they? Not really, if you ask me. He was not one such man. To be fair to him, he wasn’t always that way, weak and sickly as he is today, he was known to say and do powerful lasting things to pursue, and working wonderful poetic words to obey.

And his father before him too. Yes, Clem, that would have been him. He was not one such man as the rest of them.

But as for the squared, one could have sworn scared that he was offended. Offended to be named among them there as friends did, when it all was to come undone and would have ended, and when all of the others were to find themselves pushed out and forced to be gone from there in the end and he was not to be given the chance to choose for himself whether to stay or to go, and insults like those are not to be left unattended.

What had happened was this, because of the friendships which were between those two long established.

They were now made able to cross the great divide going to and fro. And that squared one, as you already know, he doesn’t play fair and definitely, he doesn’t go slow, at least not when it comes time to step down hard on the other guy’s toe.

So, by the time the Lars got around to be looking back in the cars, the squares were filling up all of the space over there in the back seats, and in the bars. The choice places to be fair even from afar.

And playing the role as boss over even King Elezar’s assuming things which they should not have been. (I know, sometimes one has got to take bad things for a laugh, yeah! even with him.) Even though head squares and his Kingsley squared, they themselves were not in there.

Do you hear what I hear? He was not yet there. In a hundred years from this day though, there will be squares and those Kings of theirs sitting in the chair of King Elezar, by then though, he, that said king Elezar, he will only be remembered for being the longtime king of the mighty circulars.

Place a bet on it and then go dice the spar. Because everywhere where his feet trod upon in those times, that’s what he would have done, he would have been claiming it as his very own.

But there was one Lar who knows them afar, and who was different by a scar, he did know enough to have known that he did not know a thing nor, even two, or twenty-three trees, go on, go out and count them…, oh no, don’t bother with that my friend, let’s carry on with the other everlasting ever-after offerings.

So, he was to purpose it within his knees, to go out and learn, and to copy the already established normalcy. And try to learn, what he could earn or even that which he could not burn. And he did learn. And then… 

To be continued with, ch. 3b. Be on the lookout for Ep. #006, coming soon. Don't forget to subscribe and share, thank you.   Go get the book and others on my bookshelf. 

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