I Used to Have a Lot of Friends


Tags: Fiction, Historical, .

Desc: Fantasy Story: A pious man suffers at the hands of the duke and the philosopher.

There were so many of us: worshippers of the old gods, followers of the true religion. Our temples were always full, our priests numerous, and our adherents devout. And then that philosopher came to our city.

He walked along the dusty, meandering road that came from the west, walking alone in raggedy clothes. Our city had no special importance to him. It was merely on his way. Whether or not he even intended to visit it, or even whether knew its name before his arrival, I have no idea.

His arrival was barely noticed, except by the most gossipy of housewives, for despite the dust and unshaved stubble that hid his face, he had a striking, handsome appearance, and a bold nature, one that encouraged him to meet directly with the duke, who was known to have an unhealthy fondness for foreign philosophy.

The philosopher spoke with him, expounding the tenets of his beliefs, how the sparrow cannot understand the eagle, and how he knew the happiness of fishes, and the benefits of death, and much other nonsense besides. But instead of following the practices of our venerable ancestors and exiling the corrupting philosopher, he instead deigned to engage with him.

"Your ideas are fascinating, Philosopher," he said, "but I must say, you have so few followers. How useful can they be? I require a problem to be solved, and if you can find a solution, I shall promote your teachings.

"The wind blows the clouds away before they reach the duchy. Because the clouds do not come, no rain falls. Because no rain falls, the crops die. Because the crops die, the people starve. I have consulted many diviners, and they all agree on the solution: a sacrifice. I am to sacrifice the most devout worshipper in the duchy, to bury them alive beneath the busiest crossroads of the capital, and if I do this, the clouds will return, and the peasantry will be able to eat their fill once again.

"But how am I to determine the devotion of men? I cannot look into their hearts, only see their actions."

"I see many who appear to worship the old gods, Duke," the philosopher replied. "But how many of them truly do so? Men do what is advantageous to themselves. Among birds, they tweet, among cows, they moo, and among dogs, they bark. To find what a man truly is, make the truth a penalty.

"I propose you issue a proclamation. All those who dress as worshippers of the old gods, but do not truly worship them and know the religion will be executed. Those who remain are the devout."

The duke laughed at the cunning of the philosopher. "Let it be done!" He issued the proclamation to the duchy.

Messengers went from town to town, proclaiming what the duke had ordered. I could only watch, helplessly, as those I had considered my friends and comrades abandoned their robes, their charms, their amulets, and anything else that might be taken as a sign of their devotion to the old gods. The alleys filled with their thrown away refuse, ignored even by the beggars and vagabonds, who dared not get caught by the duke's men.

After five days, I walked through the city alone. My friends were almost unrecognizable, so thoroughly had they eliminated all vestiges of their former beliefs. "What are you doing?" I asked, gripping onto their robes as they tried to walk away. "Are you so greedy for life? Do you not know that the gods can reward you far more richly than any earthly duke, and punish you much more harshly, besides? Why risk such profits and punishments over something so meagre as your mundane existence?"

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