THE FISHERMAN'S PRIZE - (PART 7)

 

 THE FISHERMAN’S PRIZE

  (PART 7)

 After Yoansu had exited his old room, he quietly went over and seated himself across from his father who’d also had a change of clothing.

Ensa was quick to rush over with a new pot of tea for them, but the old man pushed it aside and asked his wife to bring them the wine instead. “This is a time for celebration!”  He scoffed, “why begrudge us the wine?”

“But husband,” Ensa countered, “you’d drunk the last of it the day before yesterday in company of Zianko. There is not a drop of it left in the house!”

“Oh, I forgot.” Shamefaced Kaimu lowered his head.

Yoansu did not like hearing of his father’s renewed liaison with that vile, loathsome neighbor. Hadn’t Zianko been forewarned to stay away? I guess he needed a stronger incentive!  Inwardly Yoansu made a note, to take care of it personally, at first opportunity.

“Oh, I nearly forgot, I have brought you some, Father.” Yoansu excitedly interjected, suddenly recalling the rare vintage he’d packed as a special gift for Kaimu. “Let me go and fetch it for you.”  So, saying, he went to his room, unfastened a large bundle and removed from it two large jugs of fine wine in very ornate containers, which spoke volumes of their high cost (worth).  He then gingerly carried them one at a time to the table in the living room.  Kaimu opened his eyes wide in happy anticipation, his mouth already watering and saliva gurgling in his throat; he absentmindedly licked his lips.

“You can afford this?”

Gloating, the son simply nodded. “Let me do the honors father.” He then humbly proposed. Upon latter’s consent, Yoansu quickly broke the seal and filled the two cups that Ensa had provided.

“What about you, mother? Please join us too.” Yoansu would have insisted, but she’d waved a hand in dismissal, firmly declining the offer; then rushed off, saying she had multitude of things to do. This put an abrupt end to Yoansu’s scheme of next inviting Jiense.

As the two men toasted to each other’s health, and gulped down the wine, Ensa knowing her husband's greed, had quietly carried off the second jug to a shelf in the kitchen, to be consumed at a later time. 

Kaimu sneered, seeing this from the corner of his eye, while he had raised the cup to his lip, but said nothing.  As his son filled his father's cup repeatedly, the other consumed it with eager frequency. 

Afraid that her husband would get too drunk and misbehave, therefore scaring off their new daughter-in-law so soon after her arrival, Ensa rushed some tidbits for them to consume; then positioning herself behind her husband's back, gave her son a discrete signal “to slow down with his service!”  The son, understanding, affectionately grinned, and nodded his head to her in assent when Kaimu’s attention was diverted to the choice bit of morsel in front of him.

In a very short span of time that they had conversed, father and son had covered most of what had transpired in each other's absence. 

Yoansu spoke of his many hardships till he’d finally reached Kuno town.

               Contented to staying there and travelling no further, his first act had been to seek cheap lodgings, then to gain honest, decent employment.  The first task had been easy enough to attain, but the second had been harder than imaginable.

As Ensa rushed about, she could not help but utter a sigh, for her heart broke hearing of her son's (imagined) endured hardships.  Kaimu ignored Ensa, but the son gave a consoling smile to his mother without breaking his story.

    Wishing to stay on the true moral course, he’d worn down the soles of his feet trying to gain legitimate employment of some worth.  All he could find, however, had been the most demeaning jobs, that of which he’d cared not to extrapolate on.

“I’m proud of you son.” Ensa at this point coming over had padded her son’s cheek. Encouraged by this response, Yoansu then sewed a lengthier yarn.

According to him eventually his perseverance and tenacity had paid off. He’d gained lawful employment at a reputable teahouse, with still more promising prospects. Before long he’d furthered his position, with his diligence, and became an assistant manager.  There he’d stayed adding up his adequate earnings till it amounted to a respectable sum, after which he’d planned to return home with it.

As such, Yoansu took delight in spinning a convincing fabrication and pulling wool over these foolish but nevertheless much beloved parents.

All this time for the sake of peace, Kaimu had masked his growing resentment and mounting anger at this apparent, rather insulting deception. Not at all blinded to his son’s arrogance and other character flaws as Ensa, he’d detected far too many irregularities and numerous inconsistencies in his son’s accounts. Only, out of deference to his wife, he’d kept his tongue.

Yoansu rounding his story, then had steered the conversation to a point where ceasing the opening, the chance, he renewed his inquiry about Jiense. But, once more, Kaimu avoided responding (averted replying) to his son’s question and instead, rather bluntly shepherded (maneuvered) Yoansu’s attention to yet another topic of conversation.

 Though this further intrigued Yoansu, knowing his father's stubborn and temperamental nature he consigned himself to exercising patience.  Ensa and Jiense meanwhile had busied themselves in the kitchen, readying the supper.  Jiense had felt quite uncomfortable at first being inundated under the burning gazes of Yoansu but deeming it to be nothing more than an idle curiosity on the part of the son, she’d dismissed it eventually and gave it no further thought. 

Finally, the new daughter-in-law Tufan made her grand entrance, emerging from the room all refreshed, powdered and rouged- which made her look totally out of place, and even absurd.  Instead of going over to the womenfolk to offer her help, she accepted the man’s polite invitation and brazenly set herself at the table between them, to be waited on. 

Ensa, the most understanding mother-in -law, overlooked Tufan's arrogant indiscretion and thoughtlessness, and bore her no contempt, something that another in her palace most certainly would not have done.

The storage space at the side of the kitchen meanwhile had been hastily prepared as the new designated sleeping quarters for Jiense.  As it were, the entire dwelling consisted of two bedrooms and one big living room, where they did everything: cooking, eating, entertainment, reading, weaving, sawing etc.  When they had company, as means of privacy they pulled at the string, which lowered a straw mat curtain from the ceiling and divided the living room into two, concealing the kitchen.  After further division, it was the makeshift room at the corner of kitchen that now served as Jiense’s sleeping quarters at night.  During the day, her bedding would be folded and placed in the old couple's bedroom for storage. 

All the preparations for dinner completed, the womenfolk sat themselves at the table as well to consume the rich fare that Ensa and Jiense had done their best to produce.  In this happy atmosphere they toasted endlessly to their future happiness, harmonious relationships and long life.  Of course, since Jiense was still considered part of the family, she was included in their celebration at the dinner table, and even came to share a drink or two with them when they proposed a toast to the newlyweds.  The exciting sounds of happy chatter and laughter ensued well into the night. Finally, the young women were allowed to retire, while Ensa seated well off to the side, stayed up to finish her mending tasks.

In this more private atmosphere, Kaimu then broached the more delicate subject, the acquisition of Tufan, with Yoansu.

“You see, in the same street, at the opposite corner from this teahouse, there was another business establishment, which had many customers streaming in and out of it all the time.” Yoansu now, without abandon, relinquished the rest of the story.  “This place livened up at night, and the most exciting sounds of music, happy chatter and laughter emanated endlessly from it until dawn.  The vitality of this place kept me both curious and sleepless many a night, despite my exhausted state.”

“My discreet inquiries revealed that this place was what was known as ‘House of Pleasure’.  A section of it was reserved for gamblers.” Yoansu leaning forward in a softer voice added. “And another section was earmarked (assigned, apportioned) for the customers to pass their time in the company of loose women, ones that have abandoned all moral conduct and offer services of the most intimate kind to men for a specified price.” Then continuing in a low voice, Yoansu could not resist, in teasing the old man’ with his elaboration of tantalizing accounts and shocking specifics.

Despite his mounting interest, Kaimu all through it all had maintained his stiff composure, and assuming high moral air, now and then, even showed a frown on his face. “I was appalled!  I mean I had heard that cities contained such places, but I had no idea that this town contained one as well.”

Yoansu wanted to roar out loud but playing along, he stifled his laughter. Then feigning modesty, he quickly added, “But I digress.”

Ensa had cocked her ears, trying to overhear the soft-spoken words of Yoansu, but to her chagrin, she’d still missed most of it.  Now she wondered to what “such places” her son was referring.

“Since my curiosity had been aroused,” the son continued, “I don't know how, but, despite my prior resolution, one day I found myself in the interior.”

Overlooking his son’s indiscretions and wanting to ease his mounting apprehension, Kaimu at this point hastily interjected: “Well, I hope you went to the section where only the men congregated.”  He could not bring himself however to say, and I hope you are not leading to the fact that this girl you brought home as your wife came from such a place! 

Surmising this, Yoansu gave a wry smile and shook his head in the negative (from side to side). Leaning back, he then continued, “There, at first, I remained as an observer, buying only a drink or two so that I would be inconspicuous, and watched over their shoulders the strange gambling games they played.  These, I later learned, were slap-yurkin, sondure, and dap-gurken games.  Of course, it was far more sophisticated in form than the kind played in remote areas.  However, over time, I was drawn to the games and took part in them myself.” Yoansu feigning shame admitted.

“Soon I’d become addicted and played frequently, always gambling my day's or week's wages, and even going without food.”

“What an innocent account.” Kaimu mused. “I could almost believe him.”

“Tisk, tisk, tisk,” Ensa was heard expressing her disapproval and disappointment as she shook her head.

“Be quiet, woman!” Kaimu snapped.  “Instead of eavesdropping, why don't you go to bed?”

Though angered, she’d restrained her retort and not wishing to break harmony, she’d simply lowered her head.

Some things never change! Yoansu shook his head, then throwing a sad look at his mother, inwardly asked. Why do you put up with his antics (insults)?

“You always provoke me, making me look (appear) the villain!” Kaimu (surmising this) grumbled plaintively.

“As I was saying,” Yoansu, for the sake of peace, quickly resumed his tale. “My addiction to gambling of course gave me serious concern. But I kept telling myself that one good win was all I was aiming for; then I would quit, take all my winnings and go home.”

What a good son!  Ensa could not help but praise him inwardly. 

Kaimu averted his son’s eyes, to hide his skepticism. Yeah right, wolf in sheep’s clothing!

“Well, father, my fortune came in twofold, in the same night!”

At this point the old fisherman donned a strange expression and a broad smile across his face.  He then turning to his wife winked. “Imagine that!  Two-fold fortune must run in this family's stars!” 

When Yoansu asked what he had meant by that, Kaimu waved a hand in dismissal, saying, “Never mind...Get on with the rest of your story.”

“All right,” Yoansu conceded, “As I was saying, one night I was on a lucky streak.  It was like I couldn't lose, I kept on winning greater and greater sums.”

 Ensa gasped, as if enraptured by the same anticipatory feeling of this spoken moment. 

“In a very short time I had amassed quite a fortune, and before me was a huge pile of (money) funds that I could not have earned in ten years of hard work.  I became deliriously happy, beyond any imagination.”  Yoansu exhaling reached for his drink.

“And no one accosted you! No one tried to steal it from you?” Ensa could not hold back.

Yoansu smirked. “Of course, there’s always that danger mother, but not if one handles things right. First of all, as added insurance, one should offer a reasonable portion of one’s winnings to the proprietor of that place, in order to gain his protection. That will enable you the right to have the ‘so-called’ bodyguards. This is the unwritten law. It was these bodyguards that escorted my wife and me most of the way; being relieved of their duty only a short distance from here. How else do you think we got here in safety, in one piece and with this entire luggage too?”

I forgot there’s an honor system among the crooks! Kaimu inwardly scoffed. 

Filled with a grand vision of all that money, Kaimu rubbed his hands together in a jovial mood.  Surely his son must have brought a good chunk of it with him, home! Why else would he be crowing about this fact?

 In the past proud Kaimu’s long standing policy had been to reject any sort of help. Co-dependency on anyone, especially on this “no good son” would have been unthinkable. But then again, things had changed! Now a pragmatist, “survival” being paramount, he would not scoff at this present boon opportunity. 

 Yes, all this talk had to be a prelude to a great gift.  Kaimu had already made up his mind to accepting the money. That way after a brief visit, Yoansu in good conscience could return to his chosen lifestyle.

A frightening thought just then, however, crossed Kaimu’s mind. He knit his brows as the deep frown etched itself across his face.  What if Yoansu had spent most of the money on a dowry and other worthless stuff for this woman (Tufan), which her sophisticated kind always craved; not knowing there was a free wife waiting for him at home?  What if Yoansu’s intent all along had been (was) to dispose of this burdensome creature on them, knowing their desperation for a grandchild?

Since Kaimu had quickly shifted his gaze from Jiense’s direction to their son’s room, Ensa, who’d been idly rocking her body back and forth, noticed this sudden change and abruptly halted (stayed).  She held her breath in fearful anticipation of the consequences. But Kaimu, displaying unusual patience and self-control, maintained his composure and continued to listen.

In all this time Yoansu had been lost in his own private revere, paying no heed to the gravity of ensued silence. After placing his half-emptied cup down, he resumed his narration.  “At another table an old customer of the house had suffered heavy losses, and was asking for an extension on his credit, insisting that he was good for it.  Being their regular customer, he claimed, no demanded, they owed him this courtesy. His request, however, was flatly denied and he was politely asked to take his leave.  Not only did he refuse but also growing indignant, he then raised quite a row, hurling abuses at the proprietor.  He had lots of supporters, you see, and the proprietor was put in a bind.  On behalf of the gentleman, they demanded that he be given another chance, one final deal in order to recover his losses. The gentleman meanwhile reasserted that he felt his luck would change.”

'What a fool!” Kaimu interjected hotly.

Yoansu’s face flushed red, but continued nonetheless, without rebuking or giving any credence to this rude interruption. “I had picked up my pile and was on my way out, when his eyes spotted me.  Coming right over, he then very politely introduced himself as Yuksul Wugan then asked to borrow some of my winnings.  I tell you, father, I was dumbfounded.  Not because of his request, but that such a fine gentleman would condescend in public to ask me for money.”

“And why not,” Kaimu at this point exploded.  “I hope you did not lend him a zukon!”  Angrily he added, “Imagine that the gall!” 

What if he’d been wrong, and most of the proposed amount had been squandered on her, as the means of acquisition/ barter/dowry? Kaimu inwardly asked. It had suddenly occurred to him, that the gentleman's family name was the same as their new daughter-in-law.

In response to Kaimu’s outburst, Yoansu had grimaced and lowered his eyes to conceal his amusement. After clearing his throat, he resumed his narration. “Now, I hesitated since he was a stranger and all... I mean, he wasn't family.”

“Quite right,” Ensa was heard heaving a deep sigh. Their relief, however, was short lived.

“But Mr. Yuksul Wugan, calling on his friends to bear witness, made me an oath that he would pay his debt to me in full, plus interest by this time tomorrow or he would forfeit his daughter to me in its stead.”

I knew it! Kaimu scoffed inwardly.

“I remained silent, partly out of shock.  I had never heard of such a thing; I mean, throwing one’s own child into the barter as easily as that!  Not something a respectable family would do surely, yet he did not look to be one from a poor family.”

Ensa shook her head, echoing her husband’s silent disapproval.

“Still hesitant, I sought to get away, to ponder on the concern.  But his friends, by then encircling me rushed forth with persuasive arguments to hasten my decision. They assured me that I had no reason to fear any loss, saying that he was as good as his word and that his daughter, a rare beauty, should be more than enough collateral. Therefore, I was a fool to even be hesitating.”

“Aiyyyahh, I’ve never heard such a thing!” Ensa could not hold her peace, while Kaimu's face darkened.

“So enticed, I complied with his wishes and loaned him the required sum.” Yoansu quickly added.

“So, they bamboozled (hoodwinked) you into giving them the money… But not the entire tally (tot), I hope?” Kaimu grumbled.

“No, only a small portion of it was spent on that.” Yoansu lied.

 “Well after I loaned him the amount, I made my way through the crowds and left the premises quickly, disappointing all those that tried to persuade me to stay and to participate in the game, or at least watch to see how Mr.Yuksul Wugan fared. You see, father, I remembered your good advice that the best time to quit anything was while the going was still good.  That's why I sought to leave prematurely.  I could not trust myself to remain objective and not be coerced back into another game.”

“In another words, you kept your wits about you.” Kaimu ejected sternly, not at all impressed.

“That night, I am ashamed to say, I entertained fanciful thoughts,” Yoansu blushed, admitting this: “I’d hoped he would lose still more and be unable to cover his debt. Then I would gain myself a wife.  It did not matter if she was ugly, a wife was a wife!”

Kaimu appeared saddened and seemingly agitated. He rose from his seat and giving an excuse of needing to relieve himself, he darted outside. 

Even Ensa had guessed the rest.  “Imagine; losing good money for a wife when there was no need for it!  But how was he to know?” 

“What a worthless son I have!” Kaimu grumbled under the blanket of stars. His mind then reverting to Jiense, his eyes upturned to the sky, he hissed. “So, my good fortune was a sham.  The Gods have had a good joke and are now laughing at me; he ground his teeth anew as he went about doing his business. 

When he returned with a blank expression, his wife surmising his thoughts remained fearful lest her foolhardy husband unleash his terrible temper and ruin this otherwise joyous union.

Yoansu had also sensed that something was amiss but chose instead to disregard it. Besides, he was thoroughly enjoying himself and he thought himself to be quite clever with his rather convincing spun yarn. But how could he be an offspring of such a gullible pair?  During that respite (brief interval), he’d once more inwardly questioned himself, as he’d done dozens of times… even though his arrogant self knew the answer all too well.

Nevertheless, ironically, he was bound to them out of filial piety and love.  He was the prisoner of his affections, and the deep bond of love that existed between him and more precisely his mother- which could never be disputed or broken! Thus far, he’d been the invisible force of protection that had enabled them their long, relatively untroubled life. Admittedly, his was a dangerous line of work. But he shuddered to think what might have befallen his parents, had he not taken this recourse. If only this proud fool of a father knew how much he owed his son! One day, Yoansu made self-promise, when in private and away from Ensa’s hearing range, he will let him know! Then let him be so smug!

Yoansu with indifference had watched Kaimu walk across the room with a lowered face, fetch his chewing herbs (contained in a pouch) and then begrudgingly settle himself in the chair across from his son. He popped a dried piece into his mouth and offered the same to Yoansu.

Yoansu never liked the bitter taste anyhow; he simply shook his head.

“Suit yourself.” Kaimu shrugged, accepting the spittoon that his wife had provided for him.

 “Well, let’s hear the rest of it.” He intoned with cold irony as he leaned back.

 

(END OF PART 7)

 

 

(THE EXCITING STORY OF THE FISHERMAN'S PRIZE WILL CONTINUE IN THE NEXT POST-  PART 8)

 

THE FISHERMAN'S PRIZE - (PART 6)

 

FISHERMAN’S PRIZE 

 (PART 6)

Days and weeks passed quickly.  Jiense did not know how many, for it had all blended into one.

Then one fine morning, at crack of dawn, Kaimu and Ensa had both been pleasantly surprised by the presence of four stout men, a “supposed friends of their son”, that had suddenly showed up at their doorstep with some oxen carting a heavy load.  According to their claim, their prodigal son, “having heard of Kaimu’s loss, had arranged for this delivery of the small craft”. The relayed message had also stated that “the son would be returning home (soon) in not-too-distant future”.

Though questioned at length, the men had claimed ignorance of all else, and declaring another pressing engagement (agenda, had taken their leave) departed at the earliest opportunity, even declining Ensa’s insistent hospitality.

Needless to say, as precautionary measure, as well, wishing to surprise their son, Jiense had been kept out of these men’s sight.

This gift, a well-constructed boat, more than met Kaimu’s needs and afforded him the unexpected reprieve from certain obligation. Nevertheless, he was of mind to continue with his tribute of fish, partly out of gratitude, for a while longer.

And so, that afternoon, with a generous, joyful heart Kaimu had rushed right over to Zianko’s dwelling to share this bit of good news with him. 

With certain excitement filling his heart, Kaimu now impatiently pounded on his neighbor’s door. When the latter grunting and cursing opened the door and Kaimu came face to face with Zianko, he was quite taken back, startled in fact, (taken back) to see latter’s terrible condition… For Zianko appeared to have been viciously attacked, beaten to a pulp! His disheveled hair, his bloodied, swollen, twisted face and torn garments revealed the severity of his suffered blows, cuts and bruises to every inch of his body.

“What the devil had happened to you?”  Kaimu’s genuine concern however was met with a growl. Zianko’ countenance growing sinister and dark, with snarling curses under his breath, he’d then turning away, violently slammed the door to Kaimu’s face. Kaimu aghast raised his fist to knock, but then on second though (thinking better of it), he’d stayed his hand and abruptly turning about face, left the premises.

Sometime later, swallowing up his deep-seated resentment, Zianko had paid a visit to his old nemesis Kaimu and offered his apologies and some lame (excuse) explanation as to the reason for his unfortunate physical condition. Furthermore, nursing his grievances in silence, he’d listened to Kaimu’s infuriatingly (authentic) genuine concerns and agreed to adopt latter’s sound counsel (advice).

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Since the weather had looked particularly menacing at sunrise, (with red clouds around the sun denoting rain by midday) Kaimu, who was very good at predicting the severity of the weather, had abstained from going out to sea that day.  He knew that uniformly gray sky with dark clouds scudding across it at a lower altitude denoted high winds and stormy weather.  Now if he’d been few years younger in age, he might have taken the risk, but wizened to his physical limitations and furthermore, in anticipation of his son’s return, he’d opted to playing it safe.  The sea acting as the true master showed no mercy to any man and besides, there was still an adequate supply (quantity) of fish from yesterday's catch to last them for at least two more days, so he could afford to take the time off. 

Staying at home, he’d instead initiated chores that needed his particular skill (handling), like mending that high section of the wall beam and patching up that small crack in the corner of the roof that after the severity of last storm now allowed the rain to leak inside.  Expectantly, shortly after sunrise a violent tempest broke churning the sea, lifting the waves well over twenty feet up into the sky, while the strong gale winds threatened to uproot the small cabin and the recently enlarged (and renovated) shed from their foundation.  Fortunately, the new boat had already been painstakingly secured in a protective grove after the last use and so warranted no concern. When eventually the torrential rains abated in the late afternoon and the winds got tapered down to the calmer state: this could lull the unseasoned few, into state of assurance. But the locals knew through past experiences the capricious weather’s inconsistent quirks, the erratic and the all too prevalent volatile atmospheric shifts at the coast here- even in summer! Hence, over the years they, like Kaimu, through caution fashioned their life’s schedule to suit the volatility of the weather.

By late afternoon, having completed all the set tasks, Kaimu for a spell sat in idleness, drumming his fingers on the table.  But feeling edgy and cooped up, he suddenly sprang to his feet and went outside to have a good look.  His intent was to check on the weather firsthand and, if it did not look too bad, then mosey on to his friend Zianko's place to land him a hand or perhaps, enjoy a few rounds of drinks with the latter.  Zianko had recently returned from another lucrative business venture (deal) and so had an ample supply of drinks at his house. Obviously stranded at home like him, the latter would welcome his company.  One possible snag…! But hopefully he would reach Zianko before the latter drank him-self into a stupor!

Kaimu’s face all this while had been caressed by the refreshing, soft rain that had tapered to light drizzle, nevertheless, the blanket of a low-lying fog still impeded (impaired) visibility.

Detecting a vague, indistinct movement at some distance just then, he shielded his eyes with his hand and turned his thoughtful gaze towards it.

  What's this?  There, on the gravel road, a mounted traveler, rather, travelers were making their laborious advance towards his direction.

Fancy that, he thought to himself with delectation (delight), it's probably Zianko, coming to meet me with the same intent. 

“But who's that with him?”  He questioned the air.

His curiosity aroused; he strained his eyes to get a clearer focus.  It's two people, all right… There was no mistaking it.  The horse was laden with baggage, and what's more, the mounted one looked to be a woman. The other, had summarily dismounted and was now leading the horse by the bridle.

 As their steady advance closed the distance, Kaimu became more able to discern that the one leading the horse was a sturdy, fair haired young man, therefore not Zianko. Furthermore, the well-dressed young man with knee-high leather boots was trudging through the muddy gravel with seemingly unaccustomed, scornful steps (in extreme difficulty). He looked almost comical, if not pitiable, as he negotiated each step and struggled to maintain his balance on the rough, slippery, terrain.

 Putting aside his curiosity, Kaimu inwardly laughed at their stupidity for undertaking the journey without protection (bodyguard) and on such a foul day.  They’re most fortunate not have encountered any poisonous reptiles, predatory beasts or murderous highwayman!  Kaimu mused, as he rubbed his strained eyes to gain far sharper focus. 

“Damn this fog!” He cursed the air with an impatient groan; his gaze still affixed on the travelling pair.

Now with them at closer proximity, in that split instance (in a flash), he identified the young man.

“Yoansu!”

It sent chills then thrills up his spine! In an excited voice he called out to his wife, then, without waiting for her response he rushed forward with extended arms, his feet gliding (skating) swiftly with sure, steady steps over the precarious, slimy, muddy surface, towards the approaching duo. (…His advance negotiated with ease because of appropriate footwear) 

Yoansu also hastened his steps to close (limit) the gap between them.   Coming within a few feet of each other, they both abruptly halted (dead on their tracks) with an inexplicable feeling gripping both their hearts.  The awkward moment was soon bridged however when the sturdy, young man let go of the bridle of the horse gave a deep, respectful bow and then rushed to warmly embrace his father.  The tears that cascaded down their cheeks were soon intermingled with the raindrops.  Yoansu’s powerful, taut embrace meanwhile had been so intense that it had nearly crushed Kaimu’s ribcage.  Realizing his folly, that he was constricting Kaimu's breathing, the young man let go of him instantly and retreated a few steps to take a good long sentimental look at the old man. 

His father had aged since he’d last seen him. Absently he shook his head.

How the harsh elements had taken their toll on the stubborn old fool. He could have lived in the lap of luxury, like a king, if only….

“Forgive me, father, for having stayed away so long.” With a caring tone however, he outwardly ejected (was instead, heard from his lips).

Kaimu was too choked up with remorse (emotion) to speak; a nod of his head was all he could manage. It should have been him who uttered those words of apology, not his son! Surely, mercifully, in his longing for his parents, Yoansu had forgotten the reason that had driven him away.

In their happy reunion they had totally forgotten the woman mounted on the horse.  Only when Kaimu's eyes fell on her, did his son's attention revert to her.  Rushing over at once, he helped her dismount the horse.  Bringing her forward he then introduced her to him, properly, as Tufan Wugan and asked her to pay her respects and solicitations to her new father-in-law. 

Accustomed to life of luxury and leisure, she’d inwardly resented being dragged all this way to this God-forsaken place; furthermore, being forced to ride the last part of difficult journey on horseback without plush carriage and proper escort, in order to keep up with this farce. All this was for him- this uncouth old man! In disbelief, she askance looked at her husband. Are you kidding me? This shabbily dressed, pathetic looking fisherman is your father?

But his stern, icy glance sent cold shivers up her spine, and she lowered her head; her heart, her body now quaking to the marrow. She’d once witnessed with her own eyes what he was capable of (an unforgettable horror that still haunted her dreams).

Masking her discomfort and the airs of superiority, she now readily complied with her husband's wishes and gave her respectful greetings, purposely however, omitting a deep bow. Kaimu hiding his displeasure embraced her as his new daughter-in-law.  When his son, unable to contain his happy news, broke it to him that she was also with child, Kaimu's happiness became boundless and drove instantly all thought of Jiense’s existence from his mind.

Just then the rain had picked up in intensity, forcing them to cut short the felicitations; hence they hastened their advance towards the house. 

Ensa, in response to her husband's call had come out, but stood under the eaves of the house and strained her eyes to see whom her husband was rushing to meet.  Her first thought had been that “here was a stranded traveler in need of help, and that her husband had gone to lend them a hand”.  Being apprehensive of strangers, she’d remained hesitant to go after him.  But when she’d identified (recognized) the supposed newcomer, her heart had skipped a beat and she too, rushed with open arms towards them. 

The two opposing sides came to meet only a few yards from the house.  The son, deserting his wife and father, now rushed into his mother's embrace. In that moment of absolute bliss, abandoning the traditional greeting of a respectful bow, he simply hoisted her into the air (as he was so much taller than she was) and together they twirled in a joyful circle.

Back inside the house, Jiense, consumed in her work (barely able to manage a new daunting task), had remained quite oblivious to the happy family reunion outside. 

Upon entry, the son's eyes immediately (caught) fell on the timid, attractive girl in the far corner, which had just then turned to face him with a start.

 He’d received a brief report of her existence. But the report had made no mention of her striking good looks!

Taken by her apparent grace and elegant beauty, Yoansu had stayed awkwardly rooted to the spot burrowing his immodestly hot, lustful gaze on this belle.

This indiscretion made Jiense blush, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. 

Naturally, she had been made aware of the existence of their second son without being told, of course, of the nuptial intent.  Noting at first glance the striking resemblance (the likeness) which the son bore to Ensa, she’d hence restrained from (the instinct to run away) running away; instead, patiently lingered at the spot, with her respectful pose, for both Kaimu and Ensa to come in and to initiate the formal introductions.  Unfortunately for Jiense, she had to endure a discomfortingly long, awkward period; for the old couple who’d soon after solicitously ushered in son’s young wife, nevertheless, had been far too caught up in all the excitement of the moment to give any serious consideration to Jiense.

Better to make a polite retreat… But where, what corner can she hide in?

Already smitten by her, Yoansu found the lovely girl’s apparent quandary and unease even more endearing. He was about to take the initiative and hasten to the rescue of “this enchanting damsel in distress”, when his wife’s superior airs, drew his attention away.

Just who does she think she is? He inwardly fumed, quite incensed.

Now that he’d seen the “Fairy Maiden” of his dreams, the beauty he’d married to had dulled (paled) in brilliance. He saw Tufan for what she was, an arrogant, conceited, self-serving opportunist.

If only she wasn’t the favorite niece of Ckarban!

But his ire (anger) simply melted away when with his side-glance he caught anew, the gentle, sweet girl’s attempt at withdrawal -not wishing to intrude on this intimate family moment.

 Oh no, you won’t!  At once rushing forth, in a bold move Yoansu spread his arms to block the girl’s path and then half turning to face his father; with his questioning gaze he demanded an answer as to her identity (or/ he inquired after her identity). 

The absence of ready response had rather intrigued Yoansu. His interest mounted (peaked) seeing particularly the way his parents, “as if lost for words”, in silence, had exchanged curious looks. He was about to persist with his inquiry, when Kaimu seeing no way out of it, came forward just then and succinctly introduced Jiense, as a distant relative of the family.

Formal introductions hastily dispensed, Yoansu and his wife along with the baggage were then quickly whisked away to their room. But no sooner did Yoansu lay the burdensome luggage down, using some plausible excuse, (under some pretext,) he left his wife there, and emerged from (exited) the room.

Gently clasping (gripping) his father’s forearm, he pulled Kaimu aside and in a hushed voice, discreetly asked him. “No offense father, but I know we have no living relatives… Please tell me, who is she really? Where did she come from?”

Kaimu for a spell had again hesitated with his response, as he’d mused: I mustn’t fill the boy’s head with wild fantasies. For Kaimu had to be blind not to notice the son’s keen interest in Jiense.

So, in dismissal, he simply shook his head and said: “It's a long story son, which I promise to tell you of it later.  First you must get out of those wet clothes, before you catch your death from cold.”  With that, he faced Yoansu squarely, grasped both of his shoulders and half-turning him, and nudged Yoansu towards his old room. 

Yoansu knew it was useless to argue the point with his father, so feigning filial compliance; he nodded and meekly went back inside.

What greeted his eyes then, however, both annoyed and infuriated him. His wife seated at the edge of the bed, acting like a precious jewel, looked so dejected and forlorn.  Subsequently, puckering (pursing) her lips and engaging her feminine charm, coyly she ejected her displeasure. “Dear husband, you can’t be serious about me staying here. Why, in my delicate condition….” She paused, as she gently caressed her stomach for the emphasis. “I mean, these impoverished, indigent surroundings could, perish forbid, force me to abort,” then she blatantly lied, “your precious seed. Tell me we’re to stay, but only briefly? For your sake, I can do that much, I can put up a brave front. Say, maybe for a week?”

Seething in ire, Yoansu chewed (bit) the corner of his lower lip. Inwardly he was wondering whatever possessed him to tie the knot with this shallow, pretentious harlot!

Seeing her placating words had no desired effect, she frowned and this time, in a contemptuous tone, threatened. “Besides, I don’t think my uncle, your boss would approve of the horrid, destitute conditions you’re proposing to impose on me. Coming from such a humble background, this may be fine with you, but not me.  One word of complaint from me and you’ll be…” She was about to add “history.” But observing the dark, sinister cloud that had just then descended over his face, the word abruptly froze on her lips and intense fear gripped her heart.

Why was she flirting with death?

His prolonged silence with that icy glare again sent shivers down her spine.

Ups, she’d pushed him too far; she’d provoked his terrible temper. If something were to happen, away from her kin- folk, who would come to her aid? Besides, when she’d confessed her condition to Ckarban, the actual father of her baby, that vile bastard’s response had been to get rid of her in this way. Either that or be discretely sold into bondage, or face sudden, accidental death! She took the best recourse given to her and for a while (time), she’d experienced true happiness.

But once more and she could not rightly say when exactly, things had soured. Now, especially in this God-forsaken place, without (viable) an alternate place of refuge and with no one to turn to… Eiyye! She with difficulty stifled a hysterical cry, for the reality of her situation had just then struck her like a ton of bricks. Now for the first time in her life, she felt utterly vulnerable! Nevertheless, she was quick to get hold of her senses (faculties). As it were, her confidence had wavered only for a spell. Fortunately, she’d been well endowed with personal resources and she had a shrewd mind and fighting spirit. In time she’ll extract herself from this seemingly binding commitment and also, the impending disaster.

With sham tears, she hence rushed to remedy her prior mistake and using placating words, offered her humble, sincere apologies to her supposed, beloved husband.

But her honeyed words (helped only to antagonize) antagonized him more and further mounted his anger.  He violently pushed her aside and with clenched fists he turned and briskly walked away. His accelerated (quickened) steps came to an abrupt halt just before the door; however, he grimaced, then dismally he shook his head. The desire to kill her had been so strong that it had scared him. He’d almost wrung that scrawny neck of hers, snapping it like a twig and ending her pathetic, wretched life on the spot- And to Hell with Ckarban’s wishes! His days were numbered anyhow!

  Rooted to the spot, Yoansu menacing demeanor looked as if he was in readiness to pounce on someone or on something. But on second thought, in consideration of Ensa, he forced constraint on his hot temper. He exhaled deeply to relieve all that pent up tension in his body, then going over, he sullenly sat in the only chair at the far corner of the room. He’d just come home after such a long absence. It would not do, no, not if he were to now lose his temper and bring discord to the family!

His wife’s stifled sobs however, once more filled his heart with contempt and again brought him to the brink of explosion.

“It was a big mistake, bringing you here!” Gritting his teeth, he suddenly bolted from his seat.

She was in total agreement with him on that. And was about to concur (say so) outloud; but when she met his icy glare, she understood all at once that his words had carried an entirely different meaning than hers. Being rather superficial and narcissistic, she could not phantom the reason for this total change in him.

Why this? What had rendered him so immune to her charms?  She’d, hence, in absence of apt counter response, racked (tormented) her brain to discover that allusive cause (reason) and the remedy.  As she did this, she’d simply stared back at him with a dumfounded expression on her face.

“Bah, you’re insufferable!” He threw his arms up in the air in total exasperation and again gave his back to her (turned his back on her). 

Presently he’d as well, become aware of his sticky, constricting wet clothes. Shaking his head, he retrieved some dry ones and quickly changed into them.

As he dressed, seeing him in the flesh, she was reminded now of the intense passion, of the great physical attraction, the almost supernatural magnet (draw) and fascination he held for her (that they shared). She had mistaken this desire, this great infatuation, and unfortunately still did, for “love”. He was after all in excellent physical form and quite handsome in his looks; so, in spite of all that had passed between them these last few days, she still found him highly desirable and yearned for his tender touch.

Unfortunately, he paid no heed to her coquettish antics, resenting now all her ludicrous, coy gestures.  From that moment on which she’d held his parents, his childhood home in contempt, he’d grown cold in his affections towards her. Considering (in light of) that other precious gem, Jiense, he now found he could not even stand the very sight of Tufan.  Even her frivolous, perfumed attire offended him and begun suffocating (constraining) his breath (lungs). Shaking his head he quickly opened the door, wanting to escape to the outside. He came face to face with Ensa, carrying a tray laden with tidbits and tea for their use.

“Thank you, son,” After affectionately acknowledging his help, she marched right passed him and placed the tray on the night table.  She urged the new daughter-in-law, who looked fatigued and frail, to partake some; then turning to her son, who’d lingered at the door, she told him to do the same, for there would be plenty of time for them to talk later. Yoansu smiled and nodding took in a tolerant, persevering breath.

After Ensa’s polite retreat, estranged husband and wife sat apart in contemplative silence with lowered heads, for a very painful long period. Neither of them wanted or touched a single morsel or a drop.

When he deemed an appropriate time had passed, Yoansu emerged from the room.

 

(END OF SECTION 6)

 

(STAY TUNED FOR FISHERMAN'S PRIZE NEXT POST: SECTION 7)

 

THE FISHERMAN'S PRIZE - PART 5

 

 THE FISHERMAN’S PRIZE

(PART 5)

 

By and by the green hue made its mark in this God forsaken part of Wenjenkun. Spring season, if it could be called that, for the persistent cold weather discouraged any tender shoots or wayward blossoms from emerging tall or thriving in abundance, had eventually arrived.  Presently hardy variations did their best to accommodate the scant reptile and insect habitants. The incessant rainfall, meanwhile, raced to deck the grounds and rocks in that gray greenish moss carpet.

 

On a mundane, dreary, cool dawn, (just before at daybreak,) when low lying dense fog had again obscured visibility, a silhouette of a man was seen creeping decisively towards the protective cove where Kaimu’s and Zianko’s boats had been moored. The cloaked figure visited one briefly then going over to the other, he hunched over and adroitly implemented (carried out) the carefully devised steps.

 

    By mid-morning that same day the fog had dissipated, and the rainfall had gradually tapered off to a drizzle. Soon as the weather permitted, Kaimu was seen taking his small craft out to sea on his usual run. 

Things were different for Kaimu’s neighbor Zianko. Even though Zianko’s boat had been bigger and more equipped for the job, Zianko had never solely relied on fishing for his livelihood. He’d used the boat but rarely, on occasion, whenever the mood or craving for adventure struck him.

On this day, Kaimu had been rather surprised to note (observe) Zianko’s boat missing, but then he espied him already out at sea. Minding his business nonetheless, Kaimu rode the high waves and quickly bypassed Zianko’s boat to steer his small craft further in. But halfway to his destined spot, suddenly the (undermined) planks succumbing to the strain of the violent surfs, gave way and seawater came crushing in (pouring) with absolute potency.

There had been very little time in fact for a somber reaction, let alone seeking the reason or investigating the source, for this sudden catastrophe.

Kaimu’s heart sank in despair with the certain realization that the ever-rapacious sea would soon claim his craft, his livelihood.  At that instant even his fate seemed utterly sealed. But unwilling to face death as yet- if only for Ensa’s sake- and not wishing to be sucked into a whirlpool that the sinking craft would soon manifest (create), he dived over headlong into the treacherous, chilling waters.

A strong swimmer, Kaimu had just about managed to spread some distance between him and the sinking craft, when the most improbable thing happened!

Kaimu’s competitor and ardent foe Zianko, far from standing by and enjoying Kaimu’s great misfortune and perhaps his inevitable demise, he had instead instantly by applying himself to the oars, had rushed over to Kaimu’s rescue. Halting just ahead, Kaimu was then urged by Zianko to climb aboard.

Despite his dire plight, Kaimu refused to comply and continued swimming in the direction of the shore.

“Don’t be an ass, stubborn old fool!”  Zianko bellowed, throwing him a line with floating object at the end of it. “You are too far from the shore; grab hold!” He then urged, seeing Kaimu’s persistent (stubborn) reluctance.

“Damn it man, there’s a school of sharks headed your way!”  Zianko shouted anew, this time however with definite urgency in his voice, as he’d at the same time pointed to a distant spot.

As Ensa’s face had just then flushed (appeared) in Kaimu’s mind’s eye, Kaimu relented and changing course, same time ignoring Zianko’s cast line, he swam straight for Zianko’s boat. In the nick of time, Kaimu was hauled aboard to safety, escaping hence, the impending jaws of death!

Zianko with deliberate will constrained, stifled his bursting laughter as his narrowed eyes avidly watched Kaimu’s unease now: the way latter dejectedly sat there, all drenched to the very marrow, with chilling, thrashing winds compounding his misery, no doubt squirming inside, looking the sorriest of sights!

In all that time Kaimu had braced himself for the impending ridicule and abuse now that he was in a vulnerable state and a captive audience of his heartless adversary. But far from taking advantage and delighting in latter’s misery and misfortune: in an unexpected turn (unusual move) Zianko instead showed genuine concern for Kaimu’s welfare and even went as far as to supply Kaimu with a warm blanket and a jug of fine wine for inner warmth.

Am I dreaming this? Who’s this man that has come to my aid with such generosity of the heart? Kaimu with askance stared (glared) back at Zianko, musing. Let’s hear it! Don’t prolong the suspense…Why the charade?  What is it you want?

Noting the healthy skepticism in Kaimu’s eyes, Zianko grimaced, and kept up with his solicitous care.

“Why are you being so nice to me? What are you really up to Zianko?” Kaimu finally exploded and asked blatantly in a stern tone, as he declined yet another bout from the jug of wine.

Far from being indignant, Zianko in passive tone offered a brief plausible explanation about his changed behavior and then succinctly (described) recounted the accounts of his terrible, perilous ordeals and his unexpected brush with death at the hands of highwaymen during the last, lengthy absence from home. He reasserted in the end, that upon his chance survival, he’d wowed to mend his ways from then on and if given the opportunity, to reciprocate the kindness he’d received.

“As fate would have it, Kaimu, you are the beneficiary of that oath.” He ejected humbly.

Truly he appeared to be a changed man!

By the time they’d reached the shore, Zianko had succeeded in swaying Kaimu into a state of ease.

Zianko further proposed as goodwill gesture, that Kaimu used his craft from then on, as it remained idle most of the time anyhow, in exchange for moderate portion of Kaimu’s future catches (bounties)- one third to be exact. He declared in all sincerity that this was nothing more than a neighborly gesture on his part; till Kaimu rebounded from his near tragedy and obtained or rebuilt himself another craft. Meanwhile Zianko stood to gain, from this reciprocity, a ready supply of fresh fish without much trouble. What could be better than that?

“Let us bury the old hatched once and for all.” He then proposed magnanimously in a very persuasive tone.

Kaimu pondered for a time in reluctance, disbelieving his ears. Can a man undergo this much change? What about the ulterior motive? There had to be one. What’s worse, he now owed Zianko his life!

“Well, at least think about it neighbor… Give it some thought!” Zianko meanwhile had interjected amicably.

“You needn’t give an answer right away, as I’m not going anywhere for a while.” He shouted after Kaimu, who’d turned and hastened his steps towards home, eager as he’d been to get out of (divest) his soaking garments.

That late afternoon in an emboldened move, Zianko paid a courtesy visit to Kaimu and Ensa carrying a big bundle in his hands filled with rare delicacies. He claimed it to being a peace offering for Ensa.

Despite Ensa’s misgivings, for civility’s sake, Zianko was graciously invited in. Unfortunately, Zianko from that day forth, persistently, by degrees wormed his way into the good graces of Kaimu.

More than once, Ensa had raised the subject of her suspicions and concerns regarding Zianko, to Kaimu. How this accident at sea had resulted in such an opportune circumstance for devious Zianko. But despite Kaimu’s own reserve, he had flatly rejected this notion, claiming that “his craft had been decrepit anyhow, and so, what had happened, had to have been inevitable!” Bound now by his obligation, he’d further argued the point, “that any brush with death could change people, even one as contemptible and vile as Zianko.”

Inwardly Kaimu had the same wish for their prodigal son Yoansu that somehow, wherever he might be, when they see him next that he’d be a transformed man.

As far as Ensa knew, their second son had left them some time ago, not contented to be just a fisherman, in search of better opportunities in the nearby town. Ensa knew, rather held onto firm belief that whether successful or not, their filial son not forsaking them, would one day return home, even if it was to be for a spell.  Now that they had obtained a free wife, she prayed incessantly for her son's speedy return, thinking that the boy could be enticed (with this new addition to their family) to cease his senseless wonderings. She went to bed each consecutive night harboring the fervent desire (aspiration) that the following day would be the day she’ll greet her son at the threshold of their home.

It broke Kaimu’s heart to see the incessant disappointment registering in Ensa’s face at the conclusion of each long and laborious day. Naturally, with certain reserve, he too had shared her hopes, but unlike her, he expected the worse from the boy.

In truth, he’d never really had any faith in Yoansu’s nature or his so-called abilities. All along he’d considered this son weak in moral fiber and disloyal. Kaimu did care for the boy as much as any father would, especially since he was their only surviving offspring now, but love him? That was entirely a different matter and somewhat debatable! Furthermore, it infuriated him the way his wife had always doted on this worthless son. On occasion, when drunken, Kaimu would reveal his true emotions concerning Yoansu.  Lamenting bitterly, he would turn on his absent (prodigal) son and would curse him without reserve for his abrupt departure that so pained Ensa’s heart.  “In future when my strength and stamina fail me, how can I entrust him with the burden of responsibility?  What's the good of having a disloyal son? Without so much as a word, he just packed up and left us, you, his supposed beloved mother, in search of better horizons!  And you still count on such a being? Bah! What will it take for you to accept the fact that we have a heartless deserter for a son?”  He would then turn the full blame for Yoansu’s character on his wife, accusing her of spoiling him and for filling the boy's head with such fanciful ideas. But deep down, even when drunk, he knew the real reason why their son had left them.  He knew that it was him that had driven the boy away.  Yes, he had pushed his son too hard, and allowed him no compassion, no mistakes, or human weaknesses.  When the boy fell in with the bad lot and faced that terrible predicament, as punishment he’d withheld his support, any affection or understanding, not forgiving his son for that betrayal.

 After the tragic loss of their first-born son, Kaimu had also been most reluctant to ever leave his emotions bare or his heart vulnerable. And considering what came to pass between him and his second son; well, he could not rebound so quickly or prevent the ensuing repercussions to his second son. Nevertheless, these past few months, since his accident he’d relaxed some of his rigid, moral standards, and now a transformed man, he’d been willing to let bygones be bygones. He’d grown more flexible, more tolerant in his heart towards his prodigal second son’s obvious failings and character flaws and had inwardly promised to show the latter leniency when or if he returned home. But sadly, Kaimu could not shake the indomitable feeling deep down in his gut that the boy would never, ever amount to anything good.

 If only his elder son had not perished so cruelly at Sea.  His love for him had been, still was, unending, limitless! How tragic, that a single oversight should have cost such a promising boy his life.

 Kaimu still to date blamed himself for his absence on that day. He carried the great burden of guilt with him, which weighed heavily on his conscience and heart.

                                                                                                    ~

No matter how many times a snake sheds its skin, it’s still a snake. Unfortunately, since that day of Kaimu’s near tragedy at sea, to the chagrin of Ensa, Kaimu had increased the frequency of his correspondence with Zianko. The rekindled old relationship resulted in numerous arguments between husband and wife, disturbing the tranquil, placid life of their home. As it were, despite all his efforts, Zianko had miserably failed to win Ensa over. She’d stubbornly firmly had held on to the belief, that one with his vile and, sordid temperament could never ever change (or revert to good). In her view, Zianko was slick as a slimy snake even though nothing unlawful or criminal had thus far (stuck) was lawfully pinned on him; notwithstanding this, that didn’t mean that he was blameless or pristine.  She kept up with her suspicions that beneath that façade of recent uprightness, Zianko must still deal in all manners of illicit acts: forgeries, trafficking in contraband goods - Heaven knows what else?  Furthermore, she’d insisted on still holding Zianko responsible, even in absence of any proof, for her best friend’s murder and prompt disposal of the son Tizan. “Because of Zianko’s licentious nature, his terrible, explosive temper, disloyal heart and brutal nature, he could never boast of having any friends, only likewise associates.” She’d enumerated these failings, and more, to Kaimu on numerous (myriad) occasions, but Kaimu had obstinately ignored it, maintaining, albeit cautiously, liaison with Zianko. Though a good few years of Kaimu’s junior, on a rare occasion when Zianko had been invited to dinner for a home cooked meal, lacking in morals, he’d sneakily (underhandedly) and lustfully leered at this beautiful girl that was to be Kaimu’s daughter-in-law. When Zianko had finally wormed it out of Kaimu, the circumstances of the girl’s acquisition, underneath that mask of goodwill and well wishes, he’d seethed and inwardly coveted their good fortune.  Being an immoral opportunist, his head reeled with vile concoctions, as he saw endless possibilities in possessing such a ravishing beauty.  Only his fear of their son, a serious deterrent, checked his ultimate aim. Nevertheless, each time he frequented Kaimu’s humble abode, while successfully diverting Kaimu’s attention, Zianko had shamelessly let his lustful eyes graze on Jiense’s body. In his head choosing to put aside the only stumbling block, he would then entertain all sorts of vile possibilities as he licked his chops and inwardly asked (raised) the same, repetitive questions. How can I snatch this tender, savory lamb, this ambrosial morsel from Kaimu’s clutches?

 By right, she would fetch him a huge sum. But would the rival gang’s Chieftain Koerak be interested enough to provide (supply) him with apt protection from the anticipated reprisals?  He could always forgo (relinquish) part of the amount and negotiate instead certain provisions: that aside from security, he’d also be permitted from time to time, on favorable monetary terms that is (on discount), to also partake in heavenly pleasures with her in the designated brothel. 

Naturally, at the first opportunity wary Ensa had enumerated Zianko’s blatant indiscretions and his repeated improper leering, to Kaimu.  But this was nothing new to Kaimu, for Kaimu himself on the sly had noted Zianko's riveted gazes affixing on his proposed daughter-in-law. Far from taking offense however, he’d been rather amused and insidiously (underhandedly) had allowed Zianko to wallow in his self-imposed deprivation and envy.

                                                                                    ~

Then came a day when Zianko’s informants told him of the recent set of developments (current sequence of events) and the supposed secret about Kaimu’s son, the “number two boss”.  Zianko could hardly contain his joy, for this fortunate circumstance had now rendered Jiense a free agent (freed up Jiense), therefore eliminating the major hurdle in Zianko’s determined nefarious course.

 

Nevertheless, Zianko halting his solitary reverie- alone in his cabin as usual, daydreaming and talking inwardly- brusquely cautioned himself. I better tread on this carefully, and for the time being at least exercising prudence, simply lay low. Let the expected events unfold; meanwhile, I shall work on Kaimu. I shall first go see Souko and call in the debt he owes me. The fatuous, harebrained scholar owes me big, for getting him out of that last vicissitude (strife)!

When that’s settled, and all the technicalities (details) are worked out, I shall then acquaint Kaimu in one of our drinking sessions, with the particulars of my supposed opulent distant relative… A very distant cousin, whose existence that I’d supposedly only recently became aware of, during my last visit to (furthest) town. I shall give plausible details and accounts that are way above suspicion. For that I shall tell half-truths and artfully (timely) insert into the conversation the boy’s parents’ long-standing desire to wed him. How they are well disposed to doling out generous sums for the dowry, to secure a befitting wife for their sole heir. I shall of course leave out Souko’s perverse secret: his voracious homosexual tendencies. Instead, I shall give reasons of the problem being his discriminating taste, his conceit and arrogance. I could tell Kaimu, I’m in need of a wife too… But no, he would never go for that. And furthermore, his shrewd wife would never consent to it!  Hence, it must be this way. Later, when the opportunity strikes, I’ll discreetly bring up the subject of my distant cousin again. This time around, he would be more inclined (prone) to the idea, you’ll see. Ha, haaa! Zianko in happy anticipation rubbed his hands.

Since Zianko from then on at each visit provided Kaimu with a generous gift of a rare vintage, he in turn, to the chagrin (dismay) of Ensa, was frequently asked to be their guest. 

Perhaps as requisite- Zianko’s life being often in jeopardy- as well, when one factored in the age difference: Zianko surpassed Kaimu’s otherwise sturdy build, stronger constitution and stamina. What’s more damaging however was the fact that Zianko could hold his drink much better than Kaimu and being unscrupulous, often resorted to cheating to outmaneuver Kaimu at mind-games, physical sport- such as arm-wrestling matches- atop various kinds of drinking wagers. But far from being stooped, rebounding quickly at each turn, Kaimu with his uncanny wit, to the chagrin of Zianko, would deny latter the complete satisfaction and score ingenious victories of his own.  The friendly banter kept both on their toes and sharpened their zeal- flourishing each with a healthy dose of respect for the opposition.

 With the cementing of such friendship, Zianko in time grew bold and seemingly more careless with his talk. On an opportune moment one day he henceforth (therefore) spilled the beans, rather, unburdened himself to Kaimu and told latter of the particulars, a dire secret about his supposed nephew Souko.

                                                                                    

                                                                                    ~

END OF SECTION 5

 

(MORE EXCITING SET OF EVENTS WILL UNFOLD IN THE NEXT POST OF FISHERMAN’S PRIZE - SECTION 6)

FISHERMAN'S PRIZE - (PART 4)

 FISHERMAN'S PRIZE

(PART 4)

One stormy night, the unsettled stomach, the persistent noise of her husband’s snores compounded by the loud racket outside whipped up by the prevalent winds- all in all had prevented Ensa from attaining any sleep. To the small hours hence, she’d endlessly turned and tossed in her bed, now and then pounding and shifting the positioning of her pillow.

Just then one of the shutters’ hinges came loose: it began banging on the windowsill with a still louder noise. On an odd chance, it being an intruder or a wild beast, Ensa gently nudged her husband to awaken him. But Kaimu, having had particularly a grueling day at sea, remained dead to the world!

Taking hold of her senses, Ensa cautiously rose from her bed and crept towards the windowsill to investigate. Affirming (pinpointing) the real cause of the noise, she shook her head and smiled then did her best to fasten the shutters. Suddenly however her keen eyesight had caught a faint, flickering light in the window of a supposedly vacant dwelling of their neighbor’s.

Alarmed, she rushed to raise Kaimu. By the time she’d succeeded in dragging him over to the window, however, everything over at Zianko’s place appeared as before- enveloped in pitch darkness and devoid of any signs of life! On her insistence, Kaimu had begrudgingly lingered at the spot a while longer and in compliance, looked and looked!

Still nothing was (could be) seen out of the ordinary!

Kaimu then incensed at being disturbed from his deep stupor, he accused her of being stir crazy, or worse still, going senile. “You are not a malicious woman but your contempt for Zianko, your resentment of him has lured you into this mode. Now in your spitefulness, you’re imagining things when there’s no cause! I’m going to bed. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t bother me again!”

Then with curses under his breath he’d crawled back under the warm quilts and promptly returned to his previous blissful state of sleep.

Ensa was not convinced and so for a while longer stayed rooted to the spot, hoping to catch another glimpse (inkling) of the light. Her instincts warned her of something dire, something baleful! “But what could it be?”

After a while, in the continued absence of any further proof, even she had begun to doubt her eyes. So reluctantly, muttering to herself, she too returned to the warm bed in the hope of attaining some sleep (getting at least a few hours of slumber).

On the proceeding day, as the odd feeling in her gut persisted, Ensa on some pretext, ventured midway of the two properties to get a closer look. Her keen eyes scrutinized the cabin and the surrounding area, avidly searching, but in vain, for any sign of disturbance or anything out of the ordinary.

Her instincts had never failed her before; but in this instance, maybe it had! Clearly that rogue Zianko had not returned and there was no sign of fire, break in or vandalism. The wind had strewn (scattered) few light items about. That’s all!

Reluctantly she turned back.  The total absence of anything odd or contrary had in the end abated Ensa’s suspicions and curiosity. Feeling rather foolish for her insistence now, she said nothing further to Kaimu about the matter.

                                                            ~

 If only she’d known how close she’d come to uncovering the vile conspiracy, or perhaps saving the life of a certain official- that’d been up until then forced to endure repugnant shame and lurid (horrific) tortures. On that night in question, the resourceful official, in order to escape his dire predicament, had ceased the only opportunity and releasing himself from his bonds, had made a mad dash for his freedom. Zianko temporarily caught off-guard, had been but for a spell rendered unconscious. Unfortunately, rebounding swiftly he’d dashed outside in hot pursuit of the official, pounced on his captive and after brutally restraining him, dragged him by the hair back into the house. Incensed, he’d fetched a burning piece of kindling wood from the stove and proceeded to singe (scorch) the official’s beard and face. That burst of light becoming a flicker in distance was what Ensa had observed (detected). Since Zianko had been prohibited as yet from killing his gagged prisoner, he’d reluctantly stayed his hand, but not before he’d seriously scorched the official’s facial hair, eyes, skin and part of the upper chest. Before incensed Zianko could devise another means of punishment: to his dismay the official succumbing to his agonizing pain had been rendered unconscious.

Owing to the distance, Ensa had been mercifully spared from least indication of the subsequent muffled anguished, agonizing cries of the tormented official at this villain’s hand, as outraged Zianko had kept up with his tirade till first light of the day. It would have been far more merciful had the official expired quickly. Unfortunately, losing then regaining consciousness he’d been forced to endure unspeakable torment to the bitter end. At dawn, too late Zianko came to regret his outburst- for the life of the captive, under the heavy strain of torture, had inevitably expired.

As luck would have it however, at the end of the worrisome day, that very evening Zianko had received the word “go ahead”.

Official’s life from then on was deemed a forfeit.

Zianko had grinned wryly, as he’d listened without letting on, to the next set of instructions and the manner of payment that was due him. Once the messenger had departed, Zianko humming a familiar old gay tune had gone about in his mundane, apathetic way, to summarily dispose of the carcass (dead body).

  The following day, he’d feigned his return home from a supposed long journey, and seemingly on the surface, things went on as before.

 (END OF SECTION 4)

(MORE SURPRISING ELEMENTS ARE YET TO UNFOLD-  IN THE NEXT POST OF LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC- THE FISHERMAN’S PRIZE,  SECTION 5)