Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal Chapter 13

Chapter 13I could kick that stumpers punk ass, the angel verbalise, jumping on the bed, shaking a fist at the television screen.Raziel, I utter, you argon an angel of the Lord, he is a professional wrestler, I signify its understood that you could kick his punk ass. This has g genius on for a couple of days now. The angel has effectuate a new passion. The front desk has teleph bingleed a dozen ms and direct a bellman up twice to ensure the angel to sedate d witness. Besides, its retri notwithstandingive pretend.Raziel sayinged at me as if I had slapped him. Dont start with that again, these argon not actors. The angel patronise flipped on the bed. Ooo, ooo, you command that? Ho popped him with a chair. Thaz every last(predicate) overcompensate, you go girl. She nasty.Its uniform that now. Talk shows f courseuring the screaming ignorant, soap operas, and wrestling. And the angel champions the remote restrain alike its the Ark of the Covenant.This, I told him, is w hy the angels were n constantly given free give. This estimable hither. Because you would spend your age watching this.Re exclusivelyy? Raziel said, and he muted the TV for what specifymed like the set morose time in days. thus key turn up me, Levi who is called punch, if by watching this I am abusing the small(a) freedom Ive been given darn carrying appear this working class, and then what would you say of your people?By my people you fuddled human beings? I was stalling. I didnt commemorate the angel ever devising a valid point ahead and I wasnt prepared for it. Hey, dont lodge me, Ive been dead for two thousand eld. I wouldnt wear allow this crystalise of thing happen.Uh-huh, said the angel, crossing his arms and striking a mystify of incredulity that he had learned from a gangster rapper on MTV.If in that respect was any(prenominal)thing I learned from John the Baptist, it was that the so iodiner you confess a mis lodge in, the quicker you erect get on to making new and ruin mistakes. Oh, that and dont piss off Salome, that was a big one too. Okay, weve fucked up, I said.Thaz whut Im talkin or so, said the angel, entirely too satisfied with himself.Yeah? Where was he when we required him and his mark of unspoiltice at Balthasars fortress? likely in Greece, watching wrestling.Meanwhile, when we got to the subroutine library, Balthasar was school term in advance the heavy dragon give in, eating a bit of high mallow scarperer and sipping wine-coloured while Tunnels and Pea Pods poured a sticky yellow mount on his bald head, then sp commemorate it around with small woody paddles. The easels and slates from my lessons had been stacked pop out of the port against the shelves enough of scrolls and codices.You look good blue, Balthasar said.Yeah, everybody says that. The paint, in one baptistery set, didnt wash off, unless at least my unclothe had s sneakped itching. postdate in, sit. Have wine. They brought cheese fro m Kabul this morning. Try more or less.Joshua and I sat in chairs across the table from the magus. Josh, completely true to form, disregarded my advice and asked Balthasar outright slightly the iron room access.The aspect of the jolly sense impression became suddenly grave. thither are roughly mysteries one mustiness learn to live with. Did not your admit God single out Moses that no one must look upon his pillowcase, and the prophet agreeed that? So you must accept that you cannot rush intercourse what is in the way with the iron access.He knows his Torah, and Prophets and Writings too, Joshua said to me. Balthasar knows more al most(prenominal) Solomon than any of the rabbis or priests in Israel.Thats s rise up, Josh. I handed him a hunk of cheese to keep him amused. To Balthasar I said, only if you forget Gods exactlyt. You dont hang out with the christ for most of your life without picking up a little Torah intimacy yourself.What? said the magus. Just then the g irls grabbed the edges of the hardened wax shell theyd do on Balthasars head and ripped it off in one swift movement. Ouch, you venomous harpies Cant you warn me when youre exhalation to do that? Get out.The girls tittered and hid their satisfied grins behind soft fans painted with pheasants and plum blossoms. They fled the library go ahead a trail of childlike laughter in the hall as they passed.Isnt there an easier way to do that? asked Joshua.Balthasar scowled at him. Dont you conceive of that afterward two hundred geezerhood, if there was an easier way to do it I would catch found it?Joshua dropped his cheese. Two hundred years?I chimed in. You get a hairstyle you like, stick with it. Not that you could call that hair, per se.Balthasar wasnt amused. Whats this about Gods exactlyt?Or that you could call that style, for that matter, I added, rising and going to a copy of the Torah that Id seen on the shelves. Fortunately it was a codex like a modern book otherwisewi se Id acquit been unwinding a scroll for twenty dollar bill minutes and the drama would nip been befogged. I quickly flipped to Exodus. Right, heres the part you were talk about. And he said, Thou canst not see my face for there shall no man see me, and live. Right? Well, then God seats his hand over Moses as he passes, barely he says, I will take out-of-door mine hand, and thou shalt see my covering fire parts and my face shall not be seen.So? said Balthasar.So, God let Moses see his besidest, so using your example, you owe us Gods beneficialt. So tell us, whats going on with that room with the iron door? Brilliant. I paused and canvass the blueness of my fingernails while savoring my victory.Thats the silliest thing Ive ever heard, said Balthasar. His passing loss of composure was replaced by the calm and slightly amused placement of the master. What if I told you that it is dangerous for you to know about what is behind that iron door now, tho once you have train ing, you will not notwithstanding know, but you will gain great power from the knowledge? When I calculate you are ready, I promise to show you what is behind that door. But you must promise to study and learn your lessons. Can you do that?Are you dismal us to ask questions? asked Joshua.Oh no, Im simply denying you some of the answers for the time being. And trust me, time is the one thing that I have plenty of.Joshua turned to me. I still dont know what I am supposed to learn here, but Im sure I havent learned it yet. He was pleading me with his eyes to not push the issue. I decided to let it drop besides, I didnt smell the idea of being poisoned again.How long is this going to take? I asked. These lessons, I mean?Some students take many another(prenominal) years to learn the nature of chi. You will be provided for while you are here.Years? Can we think about it?Take as long as you like, Balthasar stood. Now I must go to the girls quarters. They like to rub their naked brea sts over my scalp right after its been waxed and is at its smoothest.I gulped. Joshua grinned and looked at the table in front of him. I often wondered, not just then, but most of the time, if Joshua had the ability to turn off his tomography when he needed to. He must have. Otherwise I dont know how he would have ever triumphed over temptation. I, on the other hand, was a slave to my imagination and it was running wild with the image of Balthasars scalp massage.Well stay. Well learn. Well do what is needed, I said.Joshua crack up out laughing, then calmed himself enough to let out. Yes, we will stay and learn, Balthasar, but first I have to go to Kabul and finish some business.Of racetrack you do, said Balthasar. You can leave tomorrow. Ill have one of the girls show you the way, but for now, I must say good night. The wizard stalked off, leaving Joshua to collapse into a fit of giggles and me to wonder how I might look with my head shaved.In the morning gladness came to our r ooms wearing the groom of a desert trader a loose tunic, soft flog boots, and pantaloons. Her hair was tied up under a turban and she carried a long riding product in her hand. She led us finished a long narrow passageway that went deep into the mountain, then emerged out of the side of a sheer cliff. We climbed a rope ladder to the top of the plateau where Pillows and Sue waited with three camels saddled and outfitted for a short sight pilgrimage. on that point was a small farm on the plateau, with several pens full of chickens, some keisters, and a few pigs in a pen.Were going to have a tough time getting these camels down that ladder, I said. triumph scowled and wrapped the tail of her turban around her face so that only her eyes showed. Theres a path down, she said. Then she tapped her camel on the shoulder with her crop and rode off, leaving Joshua and me to scramble onto our animals and follow.The highway down from the plateau was just coarse enough for a individual camel to sway his way down without locomote, but once down on the desert floor, untold like the unveiling to the canyon where the fortresss entrance lay, if you didnt know it was there, you would never have found it. An added broadsheet of security for a fortress that had no guards, I thought.Joshua and I assay to engage satisfaction in conversation several times during the journey to Kabul, but she was cranky and abrupt and often just rode away from us.Probably depressed that shes not torturing me, I speculated.I can see how that might take on her down, said Joshua. Maybe if you could get your camel to bite you. I know that ever brightens my mood.I rode on ahead without another word. Its wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as mockery, only to have it abused by amateurs.Once in Kabul, exuberate led the bet for the blind guard by asking every blind friar that we passed in the marketplace. Have you seen a blind bowman who arrived by camel geartrai n a little more than a week ago?Joshua and I trailed several steps behind her, hand overing desperately to keep from smiling whenever she looked back. Joshua had cherished to point out the flaw in happinesss method, while I, on the other hand, wanted to savor her doofuscosity as passive r chargege for having been poisoned. There was none of the competence and self-assured nature she showed at the fortress. She was clearly out of her element and I was enjoying it.You see, I explained to Joshua, what pleasure is doing is ironic, yet thats not her intent. Thats the rest between irony and sarcasm. Irony can be spontaneous, while sarcasm requires volition. You have to create sarcasm.No kidding? said Josh.Why do I waste my time with you?We indulged mirths search for the blind man for another second before directing her inquiries to the sighted, and to men from the camel caravans in particular. Once she started asking sighted people, it was a short time before we were directed to a tabernacle where the blinded guard was said to have staked his begging territory.There he is, said Joshua, pointing to a ragged pile of human being beckoning to the worshipers as they moved in and out of the temple.It looks like things have been tough on him, I said, amazed that the guard, who had been one of the most vital (and frightening) men Id ever seen, had been reduced to such a pathetic creature in so short a time. Then again, I was discounting the theatrics of it all.A great wickedness has been done here, said Josh. He moved to the guard and gently put his hand on the blind mans shoulder. Brother, I am here to appease your suffering.Pity on the blind, said the guard, waving around a wooden bowl.Calm now, said Joshua, placing his hand over the blind mans eyes. When I conduct my hand you will see again.I could see the strain in Joshuas face as he concentrated on healing the guard. divide trickled down his cheeks and dripped on the flagstones. I thought of how effortless his healings had been in Antioch, and know that the strain was not flood tide from the healing, but from the guilt he carried for having blinded the man in the first place. When he removed his hand and stepped away, twain he and the guard shivered. joy stepped away from us and covered her face as if to ward off bad air.The guard stared into space just as he had while he had been begging, but his eyes were no longer white.Can you see? Joshua said.I can see, but everything is wrong. Peoples skin appears blue.No, he is blue. Remember, my friend Biff.Were you always blue?No, only recently.Then the guard seemed to see Joshua for the first time and his expression of wonderment was replaced by hatred. He leapt at Joshua, drawing a dagger from his rags as he moved. He would have split my friends rib cage in a single swift blow if Joy hadnt swept his feet out from under him at the last second. Even so, he was up in an instant, going for a second attack. I managed to get my hand up in time to poke him in the eyes, just as Joy kicked him in the back of the neck, driving him to the ground in agony.My eyes he cried.Sorry, I said.Joy kicked the knife out of the guards reach. I put an arm around Joshuas boob and pushed him back. You need to put some distance between you and him before he can see again.But I only meant to care him, said Joshua. Blinding him was a mistake.Josh, he doesnt care. every he knows is that you are the enemy. All he knows is that he wants to destroy you.I dont know what Im doing. Even when I try to do the right thing it goes wrong.We need to go, said Joy. She took one of Joshuas arms while I took the other and we led him away before the guard could gather his senses for another attack.Joy had a list of supplies that Balthasar wanted her to bring back to the fortress, so we spent some time bring in down large baskets of a mineral called cinnabar, from which we would extract quicksilver, as well as some spices and pigments. Joshua followed us thr ough the market in a daze until we passed a merchant who was selling the b leave out beans from which was made the mysterious drink wed had in Antioch.Buy me some, Joshua said. Joy, buy me some of those.She did, and Joshua cradled the bag of beans like an infant all the way back to the fortress. We rode most of the way in silence, but when the sun had gone down and we were almost to the hidden road that led up to the plateau, Joy galloped up beside me.How did he do it? she asked.What?I saw him heal that mans eyes. How did he do it? I know many kinds of magic, but I saw no spells cast, no potions mixed.Its very sizeable magic all right. I checked over my shoulder to see if Joshua was paying attention. He was hugging his coffee beans and mumbling to himself as he had for the whole trip. Praying, I presume.Tell me how its done, Joy said. I asked Joshua, but hes just chanting and looking stunned.Well, I could tell you how its done, but you have to tell me whats going on behind the iro nclad door.I cant tell you that, but perhaps we can trade other things. She pulled the tail of her turban away from her face and smiled. She was stunningly beautiful in the moonlight, even in mens clothes. I know over a thousand ways to bring pleasure to a man, and thats only what I know personally. The other girls have as many tricks that theyd be willing to show you too.Yeah, but how is that reclaimable to me? What do I need to know about pleasing a man? Joy ripped her turban off her head and smacked me across the back of the head with it, sending a small cloud of dust afloat(p) into the night. Youre stupid and youre blue and the next time I poison you I will be sure to use something without an antidote.Even the wise and cabalistic Joy could be goaded, I guess. I smiled. I will accept your paltry offerings, I said with as much pomposity as an adolescent boy can muster. And in return I will teach the greatest secret of our magic. A secret of my own invention. We call it sarcasm .Lets make coffee when we get home, said Joshua.It was some challenge to try to drag out the process of how Joshua had returned the guards sight, especially since I hadnt the slightest idea myself, but through careful misdirection, obfuscation, subterfuge, guile, and complete balderdash, I was able to barter that lack of knowledge into months of outrageous knob polishing by the beauteous Joy and her comely minions. Somehow, the urgency of knowing what was behind the ironclad door and the answers to other enigmas of Balthasars fortress abated, and I found myself quite content pursuing the lessons the wizard assigned me during the day, while stretching my imagination to its limit with the mathematical combinations of the night. There was the drawback that Balthasar would kill me if he knew that I was availing myself of the charms of his concubines, but is the pilfered fruit not sugared by the stealing? Oh, to be young and in go to bed (with eighter Chinese concubines).Meanwhile Jos hua took to his studies with characteristic zeal, fueled in no little bit by the coffee he drank every morning until he more or less vibrated through the floor with enthusiasm.Look at this, do you see, Biff? When asked, the master Confucius says, Recompense wound with justice, and kindness with kindness. Yet Lao-tzu says, Recompense injury with kindness. Dont you see? Joshua would dance around, scrolls trailing out behind him, hoping that somehow I would share his enthusiasm for the ancient texts. And I tried. I unfeignedly did.No, I dont see. The Torah says, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, that is justice.Exactly, said Joshua. I think Lao-tzu is correct. kindness precedes justice. As long as you seek justice by penalisation you can only cause more suffering. How can that be right? This is a revelationI learned how to boil down goat urine to make explosives today, I said.Thats good too, said Joshua.It could happen like that any time of the day or night. Joshua would com e blazing out of the library in the middle of the night, interrupt me in the midst of some complex oily tangle of Pea Pod and Pillows and Tunnels while matter Six familiarized us with the five hundred jade gods of non-homogeneous depths and textures and hed avert his eyes just long enough for me to towel off before hed shove some codex in my hand and thread me to read a passage while he waxed dotty on the thoughts of some long-dead sage.The Master says that the superior man may indeed endure want, but the inferior man, when he experiences want, will give into unbridle excess. Hes talking about you, Biff. Youre the inferior man.Im so proud, I told him, as I watched Number Six forlornly pack her gods into the warmed brass case where they resided. Thank you for coming here to tell me that.I was given the task of learning waidan, which is the alchemy of the external. My knowledge would come from the manipulation of the physical elements. Joshua, on the other hand, was learning neidan, the alchemy of the internal. His knowledge would come from the study of his own inner nature through the contemplation of the masters. So while Joshua read scrolls and books, I spent my time mixing quicksilver and lead, phosphorous and brimstone, brown coal and philosophers stone, trying somehow to divine the nature of the Tao. Joshua was learning to be the christ and I was learning to poison people and blow stuff up. The mankind seemed very much in order. I was beaming, Joshua was happy, Balthasar was happy, and the girls well, the girls were busy. Although I passed the iron door every day (and the niggling voice persisted), what was behind it wasnt important to me, and neither were the answers to the dozen or so questions that Joshua and I should have put to our bighearted master.Before we knew it a year had passed, then two more, and we were celebrating the passage of Joshuas 17th natal day in the fortress. Balthasar had the girls prepare a feast of Chinese delicaci es and we drank wine late into the night. (And long after that, and even when we had returned to Israel, we always ate Chinese food on Joshuas birthday. Im told it became a tradition not only with those of us who knew Joshua, but with Jews everywhere.)Do you ever think of home? Joshua asked me the night of his birthday feast.Sometimes, I said.What do you think of?Maggie, I said. Sometimes my brothers. Sometimes my find and father, but always Maggie.Even with all your experiences since, you still think of Maggie? Joshua had generate less and less curious about the essence of lust. Initially I thought that his lack of interest had to do with the depth of his studies, but I then realized that his interest was fading along with the retrospect of Maggie.Joshua, my memory of Maggie isnt about what happened the night before we left. I didnt go to see her intellection that we would make love. A kiss was more than I expected. I think of Maggie because I made a place in my heart for her t o live, and its empty. It always will be. It always was. She loved you.Im sorry, Biff. I dont know how to heal that. I would if I could.I know, Josh. I know. I didnt want to talk about home anymore, but Josh deserved to get off his agency whatever it was that was bothering him, and if not to me, to whom? Do you ever think of home?Yes. Thats why I asked. You know, the girls were cooking bacon today, and that made me think of home.Why? I dont remember anyone ever cooking bacon at home.I know, but if we ate some bacon, no one at home would ever know.I got up and walked over to the half-wall that divided our rooms. There was moonlight coming through the window and Joshuas face had caught it and was glowing in that annoying way that it sometimes did.Joshua, youre the intelligence of God. Youre the Messiah. That implies oh, I dont know that youre a Jew You cant eat bacon.God doesnt care if we eat bacon. I can just feel it.Really. He still feel the same way about fornication?Yep.Mast urbation?Yep.Killing? thievery? Bearing false witness? Coveting thy neighbors wife, et cetera? No change of heart on those?Nope.Just bacon. Interesting. You would have thought thered be something about bacon in the prophecies of Isaiah.Yeah, makes you wonder, doesnt it?Youre going to need more than that to usher in the kingdom of God, Josh, no offense. We cant go home with, Hi, Im the Messiah, God wanted you to have this bacon.I know. We have much more to learn. But breakfasts will be more interesting.Go to sleep, Josh.As time passed, I seldom saw Joshua except at mealtimes and before we went to sleep. Nearly all my time was taken up with my studies and helping the girls note the fortress, while nearly all of Joshuas time was spent with Balthasar, which would eventually aim a problem.This is not good, Biff, Joy said in Chinese. Id learned to speak her language well enough that she seldom spoke Greek or Latin anymore. Balthasar is getting too close with Joshua. He seldom sends for one of us to join him in his bed now.Youre not implying that Joshua and Balthasar are, uh, playing shepherd, are you? Because I know thats not true. Joshua isnt allowed. Of course the angel had said he couldnt know a woman, he hadnt said anything about a creepy-crawly old African wizard.Oh, I dont care if theyre buggering their eyeballs out, said Joy. Balthasar mustnt fall in love. Why do you think that there are eight of us?I thought it was a matter of budget, I said.You havent noticed that one of us will never spend two nights in a row with Balthasar, or that we dont speak with him beyond what is required for our duties and lessons?I had noticed, but it never occurred to me that there was something out of the ordinary. We hadnt gotten to the chapter on wizard concubine air in the book yet. So?So I think he is falling in love with Joshua. That is not good.Well, Im with you on that one. I wasnt happy the last time mortal fell in love with him. But why does it matter here?I cant t ell you. But there has been more commotion coming from the house of doom, said Joy. You have to help me. If Im right, we have to stop Balthasar. Well observe them tomorrow while we adjust the flow of Chi in the library.No, Joy. Not library Chi. The stuff in the library is too heavy. I hate library Chi.Chi or Qi the breath of the dragon, the eternal energy that flows through all things in balance, as it should be, it was half yin, half yang, half light, half dark, half male, half female. The Chi in the library was always getting fucked up, while the Chi in the rooms with just cushions, or with lightweight furniture, seemed well adjusted and balanced. I dont know why, but I suspected it had a lot to do with Joys need to make me move heavy things.The next morning Joy and I went to the library to spy on Joshua and Balthasar while we redirected the librarys Chi. Joy carried a complex brass instrument she called a Chi clock, which was supposed to be able to detect the flow of Chi. The mag us was noticeably irritated as in short as we entered the room.Must this be done now?Joy bowed. rattling sorry, master, but this is an emergency. She turned and barked commands at me like a Roman centurion. strickle that table over there, cant you see that it rests on the tigers testicles? Then point those chairs so they face the doorway, they lie on the dragons navel. Were lucky someone hasnt broken a leg.Yeah, lucky, I said, straining to move the huge carved table, wishing that Joy had recruited a couple of the other girls to help. Id been studying feng shui for more than three years now and I still couldnt detect the least bit of Chi, coming or going. Joshua had reconciled the elusive energy by saying that it was just an Oriental way to express God all around us and in all things. That may have helped him toward some sort of uncanny understanding, but it was about as effective as trained sheep when it came to agreement furniture.Can I help? Joshua asked.No shouted Balthasar, standing up. We will continue in my quarters. The old wizard turned and glared at Joy and me. And we are not to be disturbed, under any circumstances.He took Joshua by the shoulder and led him out of the room.So much for spying, I said.Joy consulted the Chi clock and patted a cabinet filled with calligraphy materials. This most certainly rides on the horn of the ox, it must be moved, she pronounced.They are gone, I said. We dont have to pretend at this anymore.Who is pretending? That cabinet channels all the yin into the hall, while the yang circles like a bird of prey.Joy, stop it. I know youre making this stuff up.She dropped the brass instrument to her side. I am not.Yes, you are. And here I thought Id push my credibility a bit, just to see. I checked the yang in this room yesterday. It is in perfect balance.Joy dropped to her transfer and knees, crawled under one of the huge carved dragon tables, curled up into a ball, and began to cry. Im no good at this. Balthasar wants us al l to know it, but Ive never understood it. If you want the Elegant Torture of a Thousand Pleasant Touches, I can do it, you want someone poisoned, castrated, or blown up, Im your man, but this feng shui stuff is just, justStupid? I supplied.No, I was going to say difficult. Now Ive angered Balthasar and we have no way of knowing what is happening between him and Joshua. And we must know.I can find out, I said, polishing my nails on my tunic. But I have to know why Im finding out.How will you find out?I have ways that are more subtle and crafty than all your Chinese alchemy and direction of energies.Now whos making things up? Id lost most of my credibility by dragging out the arcane-Hebrew-knowledge-for-sexual-favors ruse until I had actually claimed credit for receiving the tablets of the Ten Commandments as well as constructing the Ark of the Covenant. (What? Its not my fault. Joshua was the one who would never let me be Moses when we were kids.)If I find out, will you tell me what is going on?The head concubine chewed at an elegantly lacquered nail as she thought about it. You promise not to tell anyone if I tell you? Not even your friend Joshua?I promise.Then do what you will. But remember your lessons from The Art of War.I considered the words of Sun-tzu, which Joy had taught me Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby, you can be the director of the opponents fate. So after considering strategy carefully, running and rejecting the various scenarios in my head, working out what seemed a nearly foolproof plan, and making sure the timing was perfect, I went into action. That very night, as I lay in my bed and Joshua in his, I called forth all my powers of subtlety and mysteriousness.Hey Josh, I said. Balthasar sodomizing you?NoVice versa?Absolutely notYou get the feeling hed like to?He was quiet for a second, then he said, Hes been very attentive lately. And he giggles at ev erything I say, why?Because Joy says its not good if he falls in love with you.Well, its not if hes expecting any sodomizing, Ill tell you that. Thats going to be one queer magus.No, worse than that. She wont tell me what, but its really, really bad.Biff, I realize you may not think so, but from my way of thinking, sodomizing the Son of God is really, really bad.Good point. But I think she means something to do with whatever is behind the iron door. Until I find out, you have to keep Balthasar from falling in love with you.Ill bet he was myrrh, said Josh. Bastard, he brings the cheapest donation and now he wants to sodomize me. My mother told me the myrrh went bad after a week too.Did I mention that Joshua was not a myrrh fan?