The Fool’s Day
The
architect watched the sun dive slowly behind the mountains, painting the sky a
brilliant gold and scarlet. He saw the suns mischievous smile, but it was too
late to aks what it was about; the moon was already rising, slowly and
steadily, taking her rightful place as the town’s night-watcher.
The
night in Milaro was always peaceful, quiet. Only elves, gathered around a fire
and praising their lady moon with songs, broke the silence. The architect
decided to think the sun the next day and went to sleep, with the sound of
music caressing his ears.
Only
the moon saw the mysterious figure appearing suddenly in the town square,
carrying a large sack on his shoulders.
Early
next morning, the citizens discovered in surprise a small fair, with colorful
tents and carts full of marvelous sweets. A very tall man was inviting every
one of them to step into the tents to try some for free. Of course, no one
would turn down such an offer. An no one noticed that nobody ever came out.
The
man was Pelagro, a wizard who used cheap tricks to steal mans knowledge and
then turn them into gems, which he sold in the next town he visited. Very soon,
half the inhabitants where in wooden cases and Pelagro was about to leave, when
Tarryg walked in the tent.
‘I’m
sorry, are there any sweets left?’ he inquired.
The
wizard was startled. He was too occupied with preparing to leave. ‘Yes there
are!\ he said smiling. ‘Here, have one!’
Tarryg
ate it, but nothing happened. The wizard was worried. What was wrong?
‘Where
is everyone else?’ asked the elf after eating a second cake.
‘Was
there anyone else?’ Pelagro asked trying to cloak his fright.
Tarryg
nodded. ‘Yes, you’re right, sorry’ he said. ‘Bye!’
The
wizard finally understood: the elf was too stupid for his cakes to have effect
on him. Relieved, he returned to his preparations. But the elf was too curious
about his crystal ball and picked it up! ‘Oh! Nice!’ he said.
Pelagro
ran to him panicking. ‘NOOO!’ he yelled, but it was late. Tarryg dropped the
ball and it got shattered on the floor. All the elves where released and the
wizard evaporated.
The
town of Milaro declared Tarryg a hero. They erected a statue in his honor and
they created an annual celebration, called “the Fool’s Day”. The architect
smiled, solving the sun’s riddle.
A few days later
Tarryg
stood in front of the statue troubled. One of the sculptors approached him.
‘Did
we get the nose wrong?’ he asked worried.
Tarryg
shook his head. ‘No, the nose seems perfectly fine to me. I was just wondering
who that was’
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