Saint Spirit

by Quelli di ZEd

less than a hour had known the unbridled desire for a man and the physical love and now it already met him with the cruel clandestinity of its feelings. Who knows then that opinion had his beloved of her; was it for him a slut that had taken advantage of the situation to grant him illegitimate pleasures?

  XXI

  Saint had slept the whole morning in the room of Sabrina. In the meantime Prometeo had had to calm the minds of the inhabitants of the village. You/he/she had also asked explanations to the aggressors of Saint, to which in the meantime the permission had been given to return to his/her own residences. You/they had returned to reason from that barbaric fury that had dominated them during the night, but they were extremely hostile towards the guests. They were almost certain that the two foreigners were the guilty ones of the fire in the house of Manolo and Virna, and to confirm their thesis they had strong signs against Saint. Prometeo was puzzled from the fact not to have realized the negative aura of Saint and therefore to have him same indirectly caused the death of his/her companions opening the doors of the village to that two strangers. But of however you/he/she would not have been able to do otherwise, the existence of all was tied up to a thread. The essential equilibrium of the things was precarious state and him you/he/she had to try everything because the events flowed more blandly the possible, so that the danger of the end had definitely gotten further. His/her people didn't leastly realize the dimensional chaos in which you/they were found at that time. It was entirely his/her assignment, whether not to mend, because it didn't reenter in his/her possibilities, at least to collide with the situation so that he/she took a less catastrophic fold. With destroyed air Prometeo directed him to house. He/she greeted with a sign of the head the two men that piantonavano his/her house to guard the guests. His wife tenderly welcomed him/it.

  "Treasure, you are not the village, unfortunately cannot foresee the gestures of all of his/her inhabitants!"

  "Dear Monia, the matter is even more complicated than you imagine yourself and you/he/she could become even more tragic than is not him/it now. I need to talk to quattr'occhi with our guests."

  His wife surprised him some catastrophic tone of his/her/their husband. You/he/she had ever heard to pronounce from him similar words. Of rule its sentences already suggested the key that would have brought to the solution of the problem. You/he/she was never allowed to overpower so for a long time from the nervousness for a difficulty. This time its dark look worried her/it extremely. He/she answered to his/her husband with trembling voice.

  "He is still in the room of Sabrina, it seems doesn't wake up yet, while Dafne has gone out an instant with Penelope to take some air. You/he/she should be on the gallery on the back of the house."

  It just finished the sentence, Dafne and Penelope they reentered. Penelope immediately realized, the expression of his/her/their parents, that was something big that didn't go looking, while Dafne hastily greeted them to race in the room of Saint.

  "Well!Prometeo " exclaimed "I will go to the room with them to clarify some things. There are not for anybody. If someone looks for me, that lathes later."

  This way saying, with heavy footstep, it directed him in the room of Sabrina. It knocked to the door and it entered without waiting for the answer. He/she was firm in front of the bed, with the hands on the sides in an imperious attitude. Saint just woke up and Dafne sat beside him. The head of the village started its discourse using a great deal a serious tone.

  "Mr. my, now that are out of danger and under my protection, I demand some clear explanations on everything. It will be a coincidence, but before your arrival nothing similar was not happened in this village. Everybody thinks that you are responsible of the fire of this night."

  To those words Dafne upset him enormously. It was found again catapulted on the bench of the accused for something that didn't imagine even what it was. Saint, however, maintained the firm look in the eyes of Prometeo and after a long silence it sentenced:

  "I will tell you all of this that has happened last night, but know that it will appear you an improbable history. I anticipate you to be certain to have seen what I am you to say. I was so next to that thing that the first hot flash of fire has me almost overwhelmed."

  Prometeo listened with the cross hands behind the back and the turned look to the floor, apparently lost in the void. He/she answered him:

  "I will listen to you without interrupting you. I won't be me to judge the truthfulness of what you will tell me, but a court of the select people on purpose. He/she also speaks, boy."

  Saint moistened the lips with the language before starting to narrate.

  "Yesterday night I was only me on the wharf that connects the house that you have given us to disposition to that of the wretches that have lost the life in the fire. Dafne slept, while I labored to take sleep. It is a great deal a period of my difficult life, that maintains me in a continuous state of anxiety. While I was being absorbed in my thoughts, I have felt a violent rustle among the leafy branches above my head. It was dark and from principle I/you/they have not succeeded in identifying the dark mass that fell to precipice from the sky. When however I have realized the immense massive structure of that being, I am launched in before crushing me in earth and then rolling I have found on the side of the wharf, staying with half body suspended in the void, in unstable balance, but kept firm, thank goodness, from the ropes that they compose the structure of the bridge. That animate thing had of sudden stopped its fall to around two meters from the wood floor. From the mouth a hot flash of fire that has wound the house passing me above to few about ten centimeters has spit then! Finally if flies away in a flash of it. The rest you know him/it everybody. I already know that you won't believe me, but I cannot do otherwise. This is what you/he/she is really happened."

  Prometeo had assumed a great deal a serious expression. Its forehead was very frowning to be seemed a mountainous chain engraved on a world map. A sea of deadly wavy thoughts broke around him its black motionless pupils. Its body was spectrally firm, as if you/he/she was suddenly turned into a statue. Dafne, that didn't know the story of Saint yet, was still more puzzled than before. He/she didn't know anymore whom to believe to, it seemed her a whole immense infernal car, that had as end I complete the to make her/it crazy. Prometeo broke the dense blanket of anguish that fluttered in the room apparently asking with calm tone:

  "Describe me this being."

  Saint scrutinized for a moment the eyes of Prometeo in the attempt to understand if he believed a minimum in its story or no. But nothing clear shone through in the turbulence of that eyes. Then it opened the trembling mouth and the words that went out they were from there so dipped of an ambiguous indecision, that immediately feared you/they could put his/her description in the doubt.

  ".era a devil!

  Prometeo impulsively sbottò.

  "Thing? A devil?"

  Saint made a depth breath and exposed of a breath his detailed description.

  "Yes, a devil! It had the body ebony color, the form it was umanoide, but the hands were provided of claws and the back legs they were caprine. Two enormous wings of bat sprouted from his mighty back. The only part of that monster that I don't have well framed was the head, because when I have observed her he was spitting the deadly blaze that has destroyed the house, but I believes to have succeeded in the two prominent horns basic characteristic of the demons."

  Prometeo stammered uncertain.

  "Your story is terribly insane! If me it was true.

  It didn't finish the sentence. You looked at the shoulders, timorous that someone had entered the room to his/her insaputa, for then to brusquely cut the conversation.

  "You listen. All of this must have brought to the court that people will elect this afternoon. Until then of this matter won't speak anymore."

  Said this, went out deeply upset from the room. His wife, that tried to tidy up the kitchen to become distracted from that anxiety in the meantime that it held her/it suspended between the panic and the total
apathy, glances on the face of his/her/their husband an illegible expression ever seen before then that it upset her/it extremely. It didn't dare to pronounce word. You/he/she had unintentionally heard to originate from the other room the word "devil", but it was not risked to ask explanations.

  XXII

  In the afternoon the whole village assembled him in the Agorà and was started the votes to choose the members that would have judged who pits the guilty one of the tragedy. Sabrina was in a bad mood. An immense sadness filled her heart; for the first time in his/her life it warned in his/her comparisons the hostility of some people that, discussing among them, they held her/it the cause that had allowed the two foreigners to bring the misfortune in the village. Then that secret inconfessabile burned her inside; what had done, what tried for that foreigner. When the dusk came, the select members of the court already witnessed to the bench of the jurors. Prometeo, being the head of the village, you/he/she was excluded by the elections. Its assignment would have been that to take action of the decisions of the court and to make her executive. In the great spiazzo of the Agorà a flood of people crowded making to seem that place a great ant hill to the work. When, accompanied by Ivo and by other men, the guilty ones came some brawl of