The Epic Dialogs of Mhyo [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Charles Nuetzel
eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: He must kill the required number of dragons to win the hand of the lovely pricess. That was the duty of all promising young warriors! But more dangerous than the dragons are the Walls that Speak, including the most powerful wall of all--Godwall--and the most deadly--Deathwall! An "adult fairy tale."
eBook Publisher: Wildside Press, Published: USA, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2007
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This book is being presented as an "adult" fairy tale. But it is far more than that. What follows is based on the only existing record of a very ancient document, The Dialogs of Mhyo. The original text was discovered several decades ago in a small shop in India. Since then it has been in the possession of Col. Joseph C. Gaberial. When he died, his nephew, J. Clifford Davis, found it among many other items in the man's private collection of artifacts. It was obviously very old, on parchment paper and tied together with a small red ribbon. Mr. Davis gave it to the local museum. The director, Dr. Thomas Gordon Waymans III, was able to translate it into English. J. Clifford Davis acquired a photocopy of the original text and a copy of the translation, both of which his son Carlton Davis showed the present publisher's wife.
Even a casual reading reveals that, while very ancient, the text was collected from much older source material, quite obviously lost in time. This is, in fact, a collected "anthology" of incomplete quotes and scenes.
There is much evidence that the original "myth," upon which this document seems to have been based, was nothing but a fairy tale. Though some experts in ancient text have their doubts concerning the whole project, there are enough who believe that all myths are based, at least in part, on actual historical events. There are many people, the most prominent being Dr. Major James C. Clarment, III, who believe the original text to relate to a very real warrior general of an ancient land, perhaps still undiscovered. Perhaps these "Epic Dialogs" are the only evidence of its existence. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Nobody knows, for certain, its exact origins.
For this edition a few editorial liberties have been taken in order to offer something that can reach the widest possible audience. (The original text can be found elsewhere in libraries devoted to preserving such specialized material.)
The publisher believes that The Dialogs, in the present form, will not only find a place on the shelves of today's reader, but in the libraries of those who follow us in the 21st Century and beyond.
[Editorial Note: Throughout the body of the "Dialogs" brackets are used in this manner to indicate missing material: [ ... ]. At places where we are uncertain concerning some word or words they will be enclosed is brackets in the same manner.]
Thousand Oaks, California
July 2006 * * * * ONCE UP ON A TIMER
Once up on a Time there was a land that we will simply call the World of Walls.
[ ... ]
As in all good fairy tales there is, in this world of Walls that spoke, this, we might call it, mythical land--universe--many legends, fantasies, witches, and wizards. Most importantly there is Godwall and Deathwall. Of course, these Walls that speak created conflicts between the People of the lands. [ ... ] Warriors were sent forth to slay dragons and do great battle against evil wizards. In such a manner heroes won the hearts of noble women by bold and daring deeds.
I believe that just about tells the beloved Myth as we have all learned to accept it.
[ ... ]
But we must always remember that in the lands of Godwall and Deathwall all may be nothing more than illusional reality.
[Editor's note: This "Once up on a Time" is from the Dialogs of Mhyo, and it reveals the Events of Mhyo's First Conflict against Deathwall.] * * * * HIS AUDIENCE WITH GODWALL
"So you wish to become more than you are?" Godwall spoke for the first time, voice seeming to bounce off the shocking white walls of Its Holy Temple. "And whom is it that would say you are worthy of becoming more than you are?"
Silence answered It. Because the large, powerfully built young man standing there in front of the awesome Deity found it difficult to even think of anything to say, let alone make use of his voice. All his life he had waited for this moment when Godwall would give him Audience as was prescribed by Law. He had rehearsed a speech of many profound and simple statements all of which merely announced he was ready for his assigned post in life. Now he stood before the Beloved Ruler, the Creative Deity that directed the True destiny of all the People, and was unable to speak. He felt no fear of being struck down instantly by some deadly ray or killing beam. That was not Godwall's way. Yet the anxiety, the uncertainly, the very fact of this experience was overwhelming.
"Answer me, you are human, you have a body, you have a head, you have a brain, you have a tongue, you have a mouth, let them speak, form words and answer my question. Who is it that would say you are worthy of becoming more than you are?"
"I do not wish to become more than I am, only to learn what I am to be."
"The same thing. All the same thing."
"Who is this that stammers before me? Speak!"
"Mhyo ... Janton," he managed.
"I know that. But who is Mhyo Janton?"
If Godwall did not know the answer then what or who would know? Godwall certainly knew all there was to know about the People. Many Learned Ones of great Nobility and Status suggested that It even knew more about Deathwall than was generally suspected or reported in the Folk Papers.
"Who is a Mhyo Janton?" Godwall demanded, not really having waited for an answer to the first question. "Where is there a man, for that matter, who could answer a question concerning his identity without knowing all there is to know? No where. There is no such man. Nobody knows all things. Except, perhaps, myself! But I am Godwall. So, that's a different matter. Thus it must be a nobody who is given the mission of self discovery. For if one is somebody, they know what they are--which is very little if they are totally honest with themselves. A nobody much admit knowing nothing--and thus be willing to discover knowledge of the world around them. Only thus can they decide if they are more than nothing. But then he might discover he is nobody--or that simply there is no difference between a nobody and a somebody other than understanding the fine difference ... understand?"
Mhyo Janton, of course, did not understand a word that Godwall spoke. It, like all gods and wizards and witches went out of Its way to be confusing; or so it would seem. That was, naturally, the way of all gods.
"You do understand the importance of being a nobody?"
Godwall quite obviously required, demanded, commanded, decreed an answer. The very tone of his voice left no doubt about the matter.
"I ... yes..." Mhyo Janton lied.
"Yes. No. Maybe. And then ... well, sometimes. Women's words. Maybe I love you, of course, means: yes I do love you; only you must win me through daring deeds. Or she might say, no, I do not love you and I can never love you. All of which means the same: Go and prove yourself worthy of my love. Maybe then I'll admit that I do love you. All words that have little true meaning. Confusion. Illusion. Masks. Scripts. Mere walls to restrict, mystify, confound. But so it is with the People. Beyond the walling mask is another and beyond one convoluted script a more complicated one. One wonders where the real mask or scripts hide. Surely under the final real mask must be the utterly foolish and stupid and useless self that one never wants to reveal to the world--or to himself. Well, herself, too, if you want to be fair concerning the total confusion that is female. It is all the same to me. I really cannot see the difference between man and woman; oh, a few little physical differences, I'll admit, but not enough to make an issue of. Well, never mind. The fact is you do no know what I mean because you are a nobody. Being a nobody you deserve to begin your adult experience by learning what you are: somebody or nobody or maybe a no thing
"As it is written, as it is so computed in the history of events, you are the son of Miij Hanna and Tol Janton. Your parents were very common farmers, who have toiled hard to survive. They have made it possible for you to enter the School of Heroes in order for you to become a Warrior. You have been a good son. You worked hard in the fields of your father's small food-growing farm. You have honed your warrior's skills and have built yourself a strong body. You exist, you breathe, you have suffered childhood and you have enjoyed the friendship of a man called Golter, who has become your servant by choice of my words. This just about covers it. And now you stand before me and wish to become even more than you are in order to win Princess Ginnia."
Godwall became suddenly silent, as if out of breath, though, of course, it did not breathe.
Mhyo Janton stood there waiting nervously. He had worn a finely woven Warrior's garment of silken white cloth. It draped tightly about his wonderfully handsome, muscular form, belted at the waist by a thick, white strap of the finest leather. A simple warrior's sword hung from the belt.
It was soon obvious that Godwall would say no more. When the prolonged silence became too painful, Mhyo Janton said: "I have come to learn, I have come to embrace Godwall's blessing and be assigned to my unit and--"
"Rot! You have come to seek wisdom and to seek understanding and to learn about yourself and to know what the future might bring. And you have come before Godwall to discover what it is you must do in life. You wish to know what you must do to gain honor in our lands. What, must you do in the name of Godwall to become accepted as a fine and true Warrior? Now is that not right? But, of course it is. And that is one hell of a lot, if you ask me. In fact, a bit too much!"
Silence followed, like black, liquid ice. Desperately, Mhyo Janton offered: "I come to understand."
"What? What the future holds? I will tell you what to understand--is that it?--and everything will be simple, and you will not find it necessary to think too much or to move aimlessly through life without a goal. Is that not correct?"
"I come to offer my service. To you. Godwall." Mhyo desperately countered.
"What kind of service could you offer that I would consider of any value? What could a simple nobody, a no thing, offer a God?"
"Willingness to serve?"
"That is quite obvious by the very fact that you are standing there before me. Okay. You wish direction. You wish to serve. You wish to please. You wish to do that which will make it possible for you to discover why you are a nobody. You wish to correct that condition and become a titled somebody. Okay. Then I offer you simply th