The Missing Point; Chapter 1 Part 2

It was said that his father looked a mess when he was spotted dead in a stream. His skull was without content. One of his eyes was a trench, the other one nowhere to be found. The image haunted Clipp in his dreams for days. That was four years ago, though. Now his father is dead and he alive in an underground room. His limbs were tied and his mouth gaped while the murderer of his father stares at him with unmovable eyes. 'It shouldn't end like this thought Clipp. If he refuses to give info about the key, he is a dead man. Yet he knows nothing about it, nor did he hear his father talk about any key during his lifetime.

So he said'' If you give me what I want, you'll have wanted you to want.’’

‘‘Good'' said Master. ‘‘You are not as pigheaded as your old man. Now tell me, what is it you want?''

Clipp cleared his throat and began. '' First, untie me and then give me some food and a drink to wash it down.''

''Clever boy. It seems they never feed you in the library. Some books are to be tasted they said, others to be swallowed and a few to be chewed and digested. You ought to have eaten those few.'' said Master mischievously.

Blue laughed, Ivy Stronghead chortled. Ivy Stronghead always laughed at Master's jokes though he never finds it funny.

''Blue!'' shouted Master ''see to his demand''

Blue hurried to a door that opens to a large kitchen. In their secret meeting place, Master had made a kitchen and brought three servants to make it alive. The kitchen was two floors below the Meeting Room whereas the Meeting Room was five floors below an outhouse in a midst of a desert- invisible for the human eye. Master had made it invisible by burring it and then covered its surface with a mix of tar, soil, and coal; and on top of it, he spreads a dark color of sand- making it appeared like a rock. There was a set of patterns on its surface- a set of patterns which ancient symbol that can outsmart even the greatest of symbolism. But to get to the Meeting Room it must be solved. Master has always proud himself of this appeasable skill.

There inside the Meeting Room Blue brought a plate of rice, one fork, one knife and a plate of dessert. ''Wolf boy'' said Master '' and be quick about it. Clipp was startled when he saw the knife. He only needed a fork to cut Master’s throat and his friends’ thereafter. Blue the idiot has made it easy for him.

''And here is the juice'' said Blue extending a bottle of plum juice.

'' You are most kind, Mr. Blue'' blurted Clipp over the hot rice.

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