'Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal Chapter 12\r'

'Chapter 12\r\nWell, by pre ecstasyding to require an overactive bladder, Ive managed to sneak enough time in the bathway to finish reading this Gospel of Matthew. I dont k forthwith who the Matthew is that wrote this, that it certainly wasnt our Matthew. While our Matthew was a whiz at numbers (as you might attend from a tax collector), he couldnt save up his let name in the sand without making three mis pass waters. Whoever wrote this Gospel obviously got the information at to the lowest degree secondhand, maybe thirdhand. Im non pre direct to criticize, simply please, he never workforcetions me. non bingle time. I cut my protests go over against the humility that Joshua taught, yet please, I was his vanquish friend. Not to mention the fact that this Matthew (if that re for each oney is his name) publications great safeguard in describing Joshuas genealogy gumption to King David, nevertheless after Joshua is born and the three wise men show up at the stable i n Bethlehem, past you dont hear from Joshua again until hes thirty. Thirty! As if nonhing happened from the manger until John baptized us. Jeez.\r\nAnyway, now I fill out why I was brought back from the dead to write this Gospel. If the rest of this â€Å"New volition” is anything like the book of Matthew, they transfer away soulfulness to write nigh Joshuas life who was actu every(prenominal)y there: me.\r\nI keistert believe I wasnt even mentioned once. Its all told I bottom of the inning do to stop from investigateing Raziel what in the hell happened. He probably showed up a hundred years too late to go downward this Matthew fellow. Oh my, theres a frightening thought, edited by the changeling angel. I cant let that happen.\r\nAnd the ending? Where did he operate that?\r\nIll see what this next guy, this Mark, has to say, but Im non acquiring my hopes up.\r\nThe friendt- finish off thing that we noticed nearly Balthasars fort was that there were no r ight angles, no angles period, further curves. As we followed the magus through corridors, and from take to level, we never cut so much as a squ ared-off stones throw step, instead there were spiral ramps leading from level to level, and although the fortress spread all over the slack face, no path was much than one ingress away from a fartow. Once we were above the primer level, there was endlessly light from the windows and the creepy facial expression wed had when we entered quickly passed away. The stone of the walls was more yellow in color than the limestone of Jerusalem, yet it had the same smooth out appearance. overall it gave the impression that you were walking through the polished innards of whatever huge living creature.\r\nâ€Å"Did you build this place, Balthasar?” I asked.\r\nâ€Å"Oh, no,” he say, without turning around. â€Å"This place was always here, I simply had to re pretend the stone that occupied it.”\r\nâ€Å"Oh,† I say, having gained no jazzledge whatsoever.\r\nWe passed no entrées, but innumerable decipherable archways and round portals which opened into chambers of sundry(a) shapes and sizes. As we passed one egg-shaped doorway obscured by a curtain of beads Balthasar mumbled, â€Å"The girls stay in there.”\r\nâ€Å"Girls?” I give tongue to.\r\nâ€Å"Girls?” Joshua give tongue to.\r\nâ€Å"Yes, girls, you ninnies,” Balthasar said. â€Å"Humans much like yourselves, shut smarter and better smelling.”\r\nWell, I knew that. I mean, wed seen the ii of them, hadnt we? I knew what girls were.\r\nHe pressed on until we came to the only both(prenominal) different door I had seen since we entered, this one an early(a) huge, atomic number 26clad monster held closed with three iron bolts as big around as my arm and a healthy brass lock engraved with un enjoyn characters. The magus stopped and tilted an ear to the door. His heavy favora ble earring clinked against one of the bolts. He turned to us and whispered, and for the first off time I could clearly see that the magus was rattling old, despite the strength of his laugh and the spring in his step. â€Å"You may go anywhere you wish charmingal spell you stay here, but you must never open this door. Xiong zai.”\r\nâ€Å"Xiong zai,” I repeated to Joshua in case hed mazed it.\r\nâ€Å"Xiong zai.” He nodded with total lack of understanding.\r\nMankind, I suppose, is intentional to run on †to be motivated by †enticement. If source slightly is a virtue thence this is our sterling(prenominal) gift. (For what is curiosity if not intellectual temptation? And what progress is there without curiosity?) On the new(prenominal) hand, can you call much(prenominal) a profound weakness a gift, or is it a design disg die hard? Is temptation itself at fault for mans woes, or is it simply the lack of judgment in response to temptation? In early(a) intelligence activitys, who is to blame? Mankind, or a bad designer? Because I cant help but regain that if God had never told Adam and eventide to avoid the fruit of the tree of knowledge, that the human race would still be data track around naked, leaping in wonderment and bliss liberaly naming bosom between snacks, naps, and shags. By the same token, if Balthasar had passed that great ironclad door that first day without a word of warning, I might run through never tending(p) it a second glance, and once again, much discompose could hurl been avoided. Am I to blame for what happened, or is it the author of temptation, God Hisownself?\r\nBalthasar led us into a grand chamber with silks festooned from the ceiling and the coldcock cover with fine carpets and pillows. Wine, fruit, cheese, and bread were laid out on several low tables.\r\nâ€Å"Rest and refresh,” said Balthasar. â€Å"Ill be back after I finish my worry with Ah painful.” Then he hurried off, leaving us alone.\r\nâ€Å"So,” I said, â€Å"find out what you need to from this guy, then we can go about on the road and on to the next wise man.”\r\nâ€Å"Im not sure its release to be that quick. In fact, we may be here quite close to time. Maybe years.”\r\nâ€Å"Years? Joshua, were in the middle of nowhere, we cant spend years here.”\r\nâ€Å"Biff, we grew up in the middle of nowhere. Whats the difference?”\r\nâ€Å"Girls,” I said.\r\nâ€Å"What roughly them?” Joshua asked.\r\nâ€Å"Dont start.”\r\nWe comprehend jape rolling down the corridor into the room and forward long it was followed by Balthasar and Ahmad, who threw themselves down among the pillows and began eating the cheeses and fruits that had been set out.\r\nâ€Å"So,” Balthasar said, â€Å"Ahmad tells me that you act to save a bandit, and in the process blind one of his men, without so much as cutaneous senses him. Very impressi ve.”\r\nJoshua hung his head. â€Å"It was a massacre.”\r\nâ€Å"Grieve,” Balthasar said, â€Å"but consider similarly the words of the master Lao-tzu: ‘Weapons are instruments of misfortune. Those who are crazy do not die naturally.”\r\nâ€Å"Ahmad,” Joshua said, â€Å"what will happen to the guard, the one I…”\r\nâ€Å"He is no fair to me anymore,” said Ahmad. â€Å"A shame too, he was the best bowman of the lot. Ill choke him in Kabul. Hes asked me to give his pay up to his wife in Antioch and his other wife in Dunhuang. I suppose he will twist a beggar.”\r\nâ€Å"Who is Lao-tzu?” I asked.\r\nâ€Å"You will train multitude of time to learn of master Lao-tzu,” said Balthasar. â€Å"tomorrow I will assign you a instruct to thatched roof you qi, the path of the Dragons Breath, but for now, eat and rest.”\r\nâ€Å" mountain you believe a Chinaman can be so melanize?” laughed Ahmad . â€Å"Have you ever seen such a thing?”\r\nâ€Å"I wore the leopard skin of the shaman when your father was salutary a twinkle in the great river of stars, Ahmad. I mastered animal incantation in the lead you were old enough to walk, and I had intimate all the secrets of the sacred Egyptian conjuring texts originally you could sprout a beard. If immortality is to be found among the learning of the Chinese masters, then I shall be Chinese as long as it suits me, no guinea pig the color of my skin or the place of my birth.”\r\nI tried to determine Balthasars age. From what he was claiming he would gain to be very old indeed, as Ahmad was not young himself, yet his movements were spry and as further close to as I could see he had all of his teeth and they were perfect. There was no(prenominal) of the feeble dotage that Id seen in our elders at home.\r\nâ€Å"How do you stay so strong, Balthasar?” I asked.\r\nâ€Å"Magic.” He grinned.\r\nâ€Å" There is no magic but that of the Lord,” Joshua said.\r\nBalthasar scratched his chin and replied quietly, â€Å"Then presumably none without his consent, eh, Joshua?”\r\nJoshua slouched and stared at the radix.\r\nAhmad burst out laughing. â€Å"His magic isnt so mysterious, boys. Balthasar has eight young concubines to draw the poisons from his old physical structure, thats how he stays young.”\r\nâ€Å"Holy moly! Eight?” I was astounded. Aroused. Envious.\r\nâ€Å"Does that room with the ironclad door wealthy person mostthing to do with your magic?” Joshua asked gravely.\r\nBalthasar stopped grinning. Ahmad appearanceing fored from Joshua to the magus and back, bewildered.\r\nâ€Å"Let me show you to your quarters,” said Balthasar. â€Å"You should mop and rest. Lessons tomorrow. Say good-bye to Ahmad, youll not see him again soon.”\r\nOur quarters were spacious, bigger than the firesides wed grown up in, with carpets on the floor, precedes rush of dark exotic hardwoods carved into the shapes of dragons and lions, and a table that held a pitcher and basin for washing. for each one of our rooms held a desk and cabinet ample of instruments for ikon and writing, and something neither of us had ever seen, a chouse. A half-wall divided the space between Joshuas room and mine, so we were able to lie in the beds and talk earlier falling asleep, fair as we had in the desert. I could tell that Joshua was deeply troubled about something that first night.\r\nâ€Å"You seem, I dont know, deeply troubled, Josh.”\r\nâ€Å"Its the bandits. Could I take raise them?”\r\nâ€Å"All of them? I dont know, could you?”\r\nâ€Å"I thought about it. I thought that I could make them all walk and breathe again. I thought I could make them live. simply I didnt even try.”\r\nâ€Å" wherefore?”\r\nâ€Å"Because I was afraid they would rent killed us and robbed us if I had. Its what Bal thasar said, ‘Those who are violent do not die naturally.”\r\nâ€Å"The Torah says, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. They were bandits.”\r\nâ€Å"solely were they bandits always? Would they have been bandits in the years to come?”\r\nâ€Å"Sure, once a bandit, always a bandit. They take an oath or something. Besides, you didnt kill them.”\r\nâ€Å"But I didnt save them, and I blinded that bowman. That wasnt right.”\r\nâ€Å"You were angry.”\r\nâ€Å"Thats no excuse.”\r\nâ€Å"What do you mean, thats no excuse? Youre Gods Son. God wiped out everyone on earth with a flood because he was angry.”\r\nâ€Å"Im not sure thats right.”\r\nâ€Å"‘Scuse me?”\r\nâ€Å"We have to go to Kabul. I need to restore that mans sight if I can.”\r\nâ€Å"Joshua, this bed is the most comfortable place Ive ever been. Can we reckon to go to Kabul?”\r\nâ€Å"I suppose.”\r\nJoshua was quiet for a long time and I thought that he might have fallen asleep. I didnt fatality to sleep, but I didnt want to talk about dead bandits either.\r\nâ€Å"Hey Josh?”\r\nâ€Å"What?”\r\nâ€Å"What do you think is in that room with the iron door, what did he call it?”\r\nâ€Å"Xiong zai,” said Josh.\r\nâ€Å"Yeah, Xiong zai. What do you think that is?”\r\nâ€Å"I dont know, Biff. Maybe you should ask your tutor.”\r\nXiong zai means house of doom, in the parlance of feng shui,” said Tiny Feet of the Divine saltation of gratifi cat-o-nine-tailsionous Orgasm. She knelt before a low stone table that held an earthenware teapot and cups. She wore a red silk nightdress trimmed with golden dragons and buttoned with a black sash. Her hair was black and lawful and so long that she had tied it in a knot to keep it from dragging on the floor as she served the tea. Her face was heart-shaped, her skin as smooth as polished alabaster, and if shed ever been in the sun, the try had long since faded. She wore wooden sandals held fast by silk ribbons and her feet, as you might guess from her name, were tiny. It had taken me three long time of lessons to get the courage up to ask her about the room.\r\nShe poured the tea daintily, but without ceremony, as she had each of the front three days before my lessons. But this time, before she handed it to me, she added to my cup a drop of a potion from a tiny porcelain nursing bottle that hung from a range of a function around her neck.\r\nâ€Å"Whats in the bottle, Joy?” I called her Joy. Her full name was too ungainly for conversation, and when Id tried other diminutives (Tiny Feet, Divine Dance, and Orgasm), she hadnt responded positively.\r\nâ€Å"Poison,” Joy said with a smiling. The lips of her smile were shy and girlish, but the eyes smiled a gramme years sly.\r\nâ€Å"Ah,” I said, and I tasted the tea. It was rich and fragrant, just as it had been before, but thi s time there was a hint of bitterness.\r\nâ€Å"Biff, can you guess what your lesson is today?” Joy asked.\r\nâ€Å"I thought you would tell me whats in that house of doom room.”\r\nâ€Å"No, that is not the lesson today. Balthasar does not wish you to know what is in that room. Guess again.”\r\nMy fingers and toes had begun to tingle and I all at once realized that my scalp had gone numb. â€Å"Youre loss to teach me how to make the fire-powder that Balthasar used the day we arrived?”\r\nâ€Å"No, silly.” Joys laugh had the musical comedy sound of a clear stream running over controversys. She pushed me lightly on the chest and I fell over backward, unable to move. â€Å"Todays lesson is †are you furbish up?”\r\nI grunted. It was all I could do. My mouth was paralyze.\r\nâ€Å"Todays lesson is, if someone nonpluss poison in your tea, dont drink it.”\r\nâ€Å"Uh-huh,” I expression of slurred.\r\nâ€Å"So,” Ba lthasar said, â€Å"I see that Tiny Feet of the Divine Dance of Joyous Orgasm has revealed what she keeps in the flyspeck bottle around her neck.” The magus laughed heartily and leaned back on some cushions.\r\nâ€Å"Is he dead?” asked Joshua.\r\nThe girls laid my paralyzed torso on some pillows next to Joshua, then propped me up so I could look at Balthasar. splendiferous Gate of ethereal Moisture Number Six, who I had only just met and didnt have a soubriquet for yet, entrap some drops on my eyes to keep them moist, as I seemed to have lost the aptitude to blink.\r\nâ€Å"No,” said Balthasar, â€Å"hes not dead. Hes just relaxed.”\r\nJoshua poked me in the ribs and, of course, I didnt respond. â€Å"Really relaxed,” he said.\r\n charming Gate of ethereal Moisture Number Six handed Joshua the short vial of eye drops and excused herself. She and the other girls left wing the room. â€Å"Can he see and hear us?” Joshua asked.\r\nâ₠¬Å"Oh yes, hes completely alert.”\r\nâ€Å"Hey Biff, Im learning about Chi,” Joshua shouted into my ear. â€Å"It flows all around us. You cant see it, or hear it, or smell it, but its there.”\r\nâ€Å"You dont need to shout,” said Balthasar. Which is what I would have said, if I could have said anything.\r\nJoshua put some drops in my eyes. â€Å"Sorry.” Then to Balthasar, â€Å"This poison, where did it come from?”\r\nâ€Å"I studied under a sage-green in China who had been the emperors royal poisoner. He taught me this, and many other of the magics of the five elements.”\r\nâ€Å" wherefore would an emperor need a poisoner?”\r\nâ€Å"A question that only a niggard would ask.”\r\nâ€Å"An answer that only an ass would give,” said Joshua.\r\nBalthasar laughed. â€Å"So be it, child of the star. A question asked in earnest deserves an earnest answer. An emperor has many enemies to dispatch, but more important, h e has many enemies who would dispatch him. The sage spent most of his time concocting antidotes.”\r\nâ€Å"So theres an antidote to this poison,” Joshua said, poking me in the ribs again.\r\nâ€Å"In good time. In good time. Have some more wine, Joshua. I wish to discuss with you the three jewels of the Tao. The three jewels of the Tao are compassion, moderation, and humility…”\r\nAn hour subsequent, four Chinese girls came and picked me up, wiped the floor where I had drooled, and carried me to our quarters. As they passed the great ironclad door I could hear scraping and a articulatio in my head that said, â€Å"Hey kid, open the door,” but the girls made no notice of it. Back in my room, the girls cleand me and poured some rich broth into me, then put me to bed and closed my eyes.\r\nI could hear Joshua enter the room and shuffle around preparing for bed. â€Å"Balthasar says he will have Joy give you the antidote to the poison soon, but firs t you have a lesson to learn. He says that this is the Chinese way of teaching. Strange, dont you think?”\r\nHad I been able to make a sound, I would have agreed, yes, indeed it was strange.\r\nSo you know:\r\nBalthasars concubines were eight in number and their names were:\r\nTiny Feet of the Divine Dance of Joyous Orgasm,\r\nBeautiful Gate of Heavenly Moisture Number Six,\r\n enchantress of the Golden Light of the Harvest Moon,\r\nDelicate influential person of 2 Fu Dogs Wrestling Under a Blanket,\r\n fair(prenominal) Keeper of the Three Tunnels of Excessive Friendliness,\r\nSilken Pillows of the Heavenly Softness of Clouds,\r\nPea Pods in Duck sauce with Crispy Noodle,\r\nand Sue.\r\nAnd I found myself wondering, as a man does, about origins and motivations and such †as each of the concubines was more beautiful than the decease, regardless of what order you put them in, which was weird †so after several weeks passed, and I could no longer stand the curiosity gelt at my brain like a cat in a basket, I waited until one of the antiquated occasions when I was alone with Balthasar, and I asked.\r\nâ€Å"Why Sue?”\r\nâ€Å"Short for Susanna,” Balthasar said.\r\nSo there you go.\r\nTheir full names were somewhat ungainly, and to try to pronounce them in Chinese produced a sound akin to throwing a bag of silverware down a flight of move (ting, tong, yang, wing, etc.) so Joshua and I called the girls as follows:\r\nJoy,\r\nNumber Six,\r\nTwo Fu Dogs,\r\nMoon,\r\nTunnels,\r\nPillows,\r\nPea Pods,\r\nand, of course,\r\nSue,\r\nwhich we couldnt figure out how to shorten.\r\nExcept for a group of men who brought supplies from Kabul every twain weeks, and composition there would do any heavy moving, the eight young women did everything around the fortress. Despite the farawayness and the obvious wealth that the fortress housed, there were no guards. I found that curious.\r\nOver the next week Joy tutored me in the characters that I would need to know to read the Book of the Divine Elixirs or the ball club Tripods of the Yellow Emperor, and the Book of Liquid Pearl in Nine Cycles and of the Nine Elixirs of the Divine Immortals. The plan was that once I became conversant in these two ancient texts, I would be able to assist Balthasar in his quest for immortality. That, by the way, was the reason that we were there, the reason that Balthasar had followed the star to Bethlehem at Joshuas birth, and the reason that he had put Ahmad on notice to look for a Jew seeking the African magus. Balthasar sought immortality, and he believed that Joshua held the key to it. Of course we didnt know that at the time.\r\nMy concentration while studying the symbols was oddly acute, helped by the fact that I could not move a muscle. Each morning Two Fu Dogs and Pillows (both named for their voluptuousness, which patently came with considerable strength) would pull me from bed, squeeze me over the latrine, bathe me, pour some b roth into me, then take me to the library and prop me in a chair while Joy lectured on Chinese characters, which she painted with a wet brush on bear-sized sheets of slate set on easels. Sometimes the other girls would stay and pose my body into various positions that amuse them, and as much as I should have been annoyed by the humiliation, the truth be told, watching Pillows and Two Fu Dogs jiggle in paroxysms of girlish laughter was fast becoming the high point of my paralyzed day.\r\nAt midday, Joy would take a bankrupt while two or more of the other girls squoze me over the latrine, poured more broth into me, and then titillated me mercilessly until Joy returned, clapped her hands, and sent them away puff up scolded. (Joy was the bull-ox concubine of them all, despite her tiny feet.)\r\nSometimes during these breaks, Joshua would leave his own lessons and come to the library to visit.\r\nâ€Å"Why have you painted him blue?” asked Joshua.\r\nâ€Å"He looks good blu e,” said Pea Pods. Two Fu Dogs and Tunnels stood by with paintbrushes admiring their work.\r\nâ€Å"Well, hes not going to be happy with this when he gets the antidote, I can tell you that.” Then to me Joshua said, â€Å"You know, you do sort of look good blue. Biff, Ive appealed to Joy on your behalf, but she says she doesnt think youve learned your lesson yet. You have learned your lesson though, havent you? Stop eupneic for a second if the answer is yes.”\r\nI did.\r\nâ€Å"I thought so.” Joshua bent and whispered in my ear. â€Å"Its about that room behind the iron door. Thats the lesson they want you to learn. I got the feeling that if I asked about it Id be propped up there next to you.” He stood up. â€Å"I have to go now. The three jewels to learn, dont you know. Im on compassion. Its not as hard as it sounds.”\r\nTwo days later Joy came to my room in the morning with some tea. She pulled the tiny bottle from inside her dragon robe a nd held it close in front of my eyes. â€Å"You see the two small corks, a white one on one side of the vessel and a black one on the other? The black one is the poison I gave you. The white one is the antidote. I think youve learned your lesson.”\r\nI drooled in response, while sincerely hoping she hadnt mixed up the corks.\r\nShe tipped the belittled bottle over a teacup, then poured some tea down my throat, with half of it going down the front of my shirt as well. â€Å"That will take a while to work. You may experience some discomfort as the poison wears off.” Joy dropped the little bottle down into its nest of Chinese cleavage, then kissed me on the forehead and left. If I could, I would have snickered at the blue paint she had on her lips as she walked away. Ha!\r\nâ€Å"Some discomfort,” she had said. For the better part of ten days Id had no sensation in my body at all, then suddenly things started to work again. recall rolling out of your warm bed in the morning into †oh, I dont know †a lake of enthusiastic oil.\r\nâ€Å"Jumpin Jehoshaphat, Joshua, Im about to crawl out of my skin here.” We were in our quarters, about an hour after Id taken the antidote. Balthasar had sent Joshua to find me and bring me to the library, supposedly to see how I was doing.\r\nJosh put his hand on my forehead, but instead of the usual calm that accompanied that gesture, it mat up as if hed lain a hot branding iron across my skin. I knocked his hand aside. â€Å"Thanks, but its not helping.”\r\nâ€Å"Maybe a bath,” Joshua suggested.\r\nâ€Å"Tried it. Jeez, this is driving me mad!” I hopped around in a pass on because I didnt know what else to do.\r\nâ€Å"Maybe Balthasar has something that can help,” Joshua said.\r\nâ€Å" school principal on,” I said. â€Å"I cant just sit here.”\r\nWe headed off down the corridor, going down several levels on the way to the library. As we descended one of the spiral ramps I grabbed Joshuas arm.\r\nâ€Å"Josh, look at this ramp, you notice anything?”\r\nHe considered the muster and leaned out to look at the sides of the tread. â€Å"No. Should I?”\r\nâ€Å"How about the walls and ceilings, the floors, you notice anything?”\r\nJoshua looked around. â€Å"Theyre all solid rock?”\r\nâ€Å"Yes, but what else? Look hard. Think of the houses we built in Sepphoris. Now do you notice anything?”\r\nâ€Å"No gibe marks?”\r\nâ€Å"Exactly,” I said. â€Å"I spent a lot of time over the last two weeks staring at walls and ceilings with nothing much else to look at. Theres not the slightest evidence of a chisel, a pick, a hammer, anything. Its as if these chambers had been carved by the wind over a thousand years, but you know thats not the case.”\r\nâ€Å"So whats your point?” Joshua said.\r\nâ€Å"My point is that theres more going on with Balthasar and his girls than he lets on .”\r\nâ€Å"We should ask them.”\r\nâ€Å"No, we shouldnt, Josh. Dont you get it? We need to find out whats going on without them knowing that we know.”\r\nâ€Å"Why?”\r\nâ€Å"Why? Why? Because the last time I asked a question I was poisoned, thats why. And I believe that if Balthasar didnt think you had something that he wants, Id have never seen the antidote.”\r\nâ€Å"But I dont have anything,” said Joshua, honestly.\r\nâ€Å"You might have something you dont know you have, but you cant just go asking what it is. We need to be devious. Tricky. Sneaky.”\r\nâ€Å"But Im not good at any of those things.”\r\nI put my arm around my friends shoulders. â€Å"Not always so great being the Messiah, huh?”\r\n'