#heolagampa2
The sacred children had been recovered by their parents. They could recognize that John's action had not been useless. Tonight in some homes, it will be a holiday. Soon, Heolagampa only sounded like laughter from all those children lost so long. These laughs were able to silence any animosity, even among the hardest ...
Jean remained alone with the patriarch. Together, they watched the new Heolagampa. They were smiling again. Children are the joy of the people, their future too ...
Jean felt that the old man had finished playing his role towards those of his people. The sage knew that they were reassured for a moment, and that they would all return to their usual occupations. They had remained great children who, after all, were much more afraid of the heavenly reprimand than the bloodthirsty barbarians who had besieged them.
"See how impetuous they are. This people has warm blood, but in the end it is not so bad. It is the implacable desire that makes man so, but deep down inside he keeps his child's soul forever. When he finds himself as a newborn, he gives his entourage all the tenderness he holds in reserve. Ah! If they could remain these laughing, jumping, and imaginative children, the world would not have become what it is now. So we would not need the law of Him who knows to call them to order. Whoever knows would be happier ..."
By saying these words, the eyes of the patriarch were moistening, as if remorse was gaining him. He thought he had not done his job. He blamed himself for having to lie to his people, and in a moment of despair, raising his arms to heaven, he exclaimed:
O! You The One Who Knows, why did you abandon me in the execution of my way?""
Jean could not let him believe that he had failed in his duty.
"Listen, old man. I am not there by chance. Certainly, my path goes through your city. Meetings I've done in the past, taught me some things. One of them is that we can understand the reason for certain events by expressing the vision of certain dreams. Thus, at a certain moment, I asked this force which animates the world, to reveal to me what your city contained. I knew the doors would open. That must be the will of The One Who Knows ..."
At these words, the wise old man pulled himself together and said:
"What sinners have I been, so as not to understand the teaching of The One Who Knows! I failed one of his laws, and as a result, I led my people into error. Woe to me, woe to my descendants, woe to this people who followed the oracles of a poor enlightened man. All this time, I have only transgressed the word of Him who knows. Was it you who came to reveal the error of a wise man?"
He took Jean's hands, begging him to answer him. Hieratic wisdom seemed to have fled from his soul. Fear so oppressed him that he relied only on Jean's answer. He was lost, shared by a feeling of compassion, and the desire to set sail ... Out of the corner of his eye, the wise man realized that Jean did not seem to take this whole story very seriously. He must not go away. His power over the people would no longer be credible ...
"Today, the last door to open opens for my people. I know who you are ! Never had it been possible for me to see your face, but only has I been allowed to know your virtue. Yes, in a way, you are a king. You are the king we were waiting for, the same one the rainbow-eyed messenger had revealed to me ... My people and I were waiting in vain for a leader, a man who would have led us to the heights of power over the other nations, which would have allowed us to become masters of the world, dispensing the laws of The One Who Knows. We must be the conquerors of the planet ... Poor fools we are! Masters we are only slaves to our barbaric intentions of domination. Where is the law of The One Who Knows in the desire to enslave other peoples? We should have known. This king could be a spiritual king, a guide without any other weapon than his soul. We knew it but did not believe it. Pride of the man who thinks he holds great wisdom and who forgets his human condition. Pride of a man who knows the lie in his mouth to contain the unfaithful acts of his people and who despite everything is delighted in his social position to represent the supreme power on this earth ... Forget the mistakes of this people and its people wise, and be welcome in this city. But before you finally cross the gates of Heolagampa, give me your name, the one you received from the rainbow-eyed messenger. This will be your last test before entering the city ..."
Jean was surprised by this request. He did not remember having received another name than the one he had been wearing since the day of his baptism.
"I can not access your request. Like everyone, I wear only the name given by my parents ... Reflecting a little, he continued ... It may be that I can answer your question in another way. When I was younger, I often traced a sign whose origin I do not know, and whose meaning still escapes me. Maybe that's what you want to know? If this answer suits you, accept it or let me go on ..."
"Alright ! Replied the sage. Here is a soft stone and a stylus. Grave that sign you're talking about. If it's known to me, I'll let you know and tell you the meaning. Everything else, you would continue your journey to new heavens."
Jean laid the stone on his knees, and with the help of the stylus he began to engrave the sign ... Once finished, he handed the stone to the sage and said:
"Here is my answer. If it gratifies you, then give me the meaning of the name you spoke to me."
Jean was jubilant. He felt a strong sense of curiosity. He was anxious to know, finally, what he could not have known all his life ...
The patriarch approached the stone with his eyes ... Suddenly, his face lit up, leaving behind all the black ideas that had been his.
"Welcome to you, Skrâll tell ey! The mark you have traced is the mark of your name. This is true because it was given to you by The One Who Knows. Surely that name does not mean anything to you, because this name only makes sense for The One Who Knows its origin. That's what you will have to strive to know. This name will offer you riches that are not riches in gold or silver. This wealth is in the center of the temple of numbers. It is in this that we have jealously guarded the inheritance of The One Who Knows. But before you enter this temple, you will need to know this people and its laws that animate ..."