After all, injustice has always been prevalent. Someone has been robbed of their possessions. Someone’s life has been destroyed by gossip and defamation. And someone’s child has been subjected to rape and left for dead. And a woman’s daughter has been tormented by her mother-in-law to the point of suicide. Rarely could one expect a just decision from the human court. For corruption, bribery, and nepotism have always existed. Thus, people turned to the wizard. Driven by despair in their grief, they knew that the wizard would not turn them away.
«I’ve always done evil in this world. He stood for a force that does evil but does good, brown-eyed. – Said the sorcerer. I wore an inverted cross and represented the Dark and Evil One in this world. I served him faithfully and faithfully. He sent you to me. I’m glad. I didn’t want to die in the mud and alone.
The old man looked into my eyes and spoke in a charming voice.
– As there is the power of creation, which creates and will create everything in this world, so there is the power of destruction. The power of destruction is needed in order to destroy the old in order to build a new one in this place. Darkness and Light are the two wings that carry our world into eternity. Darkness is not evil. The sprout reaches out to the Light, but it gets its life in the Dark. So it is with the child, in the mother’s womb. It’s dark in the womb. And during childbirth, a newborn sees Light for the first time. Mother darkness. The damp grave earth is also dark. We begin and end our journey in Darkness. – The old man shared his wisdom.
Clearing his throat, the sorcerer continued:
– This world needs us, we are the destroyers. I’ve always destroyed, no matter what or who. You’re not, you’re the judge. It is in your power to have mercy and punish, brown-eyed.
You know what the funniest thing is? No matter how hard he tried to destroy paganism and witchcraft on this earth, he failed. I didn’t tell you. I used to be a priest. It was a long time ago. Even in his youth. I studied the Bible, read all the volumes, the entire Gospel, and I prayed to the Lord God. I tried to understand. But you know, brown-eyed, those who seek God sooner or later come to the Devil.
The sorcerer fell asleep, not for long. When he woke up, I served him a decoction in a mug for coughing to ease his suffering. After drinking it, the sorcerer confessed to me that if he were younger, he would have done many interesting things to me. Which men usually do to women. I grinned at that. The old man told me that there is no need to laugh at old age, that it is very insulting.
– In any case, I am glad that I received such a gift before my death. – He said, looking at me tenderly at the same time.
It was an amazing contrast for me. At first, the sorcerer looked appraisingly at how a master evaluates another master. Then he was openly angry, and now, before his death, gently.
I actually left him after 7 days. Not to his house, but behind the coffin for the remains of the sorcerer. The funeral cost me pretty cheap. The same peasant on the gazelle who brought us groceries helped me bury the sorcerer.
We buried the old man according to all the rules, putting his ritual knife in the coffin, and we put a silver coin in his hand. (The silver coin was kept in my purse as a talisman to attract money.) It is needed as payment to be melted down across the river of the dead.
It wasn’t until I got home that my nervous tension was released. It’s amazing that in just seven days you can get so attached to a person. I cried all evening, crying for my friend.
That night I had a dream, in the dream the sorcerer was a young man, I recognized him only by his eyes. We were standing on the drawbridge. He’s on one side of the bridge, and I’m on the other. Dawn was blooming on my side, but on his side there was fog and grave cold.