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and, even how much I screamed and cried, nothing seemed to affect my captors who were
running now, faster than before.
A moment later we arrived to destination. Even though I couldn’t see, I understood the
Arab perfectly and comprehended then that the fanatics were calling with loud voices someone
to whom they denominated Naassen Master.
Finally, they liberated me from the bundle cap that was blinding me, depositing me over
a smooth cushion of silk, of regular size. When I accustomed the sight to the penumbra of the
place, I realized that I was in a wide lounge, dimly illuminated with oil lamps. The floor, covered
with rich carpets and cushions, counted with the presence of a dozen of kneeled men, with the
brow on the floor, who once and again lifted their sight up to me and then, clasping the hands
upon their heads, elevated their lost eyes to the sky claiming Ophis! Ophis!
Of course, all these frightened me because; even though I suffered no harm, the
remembrance of my parents, and the fact to be prisoner, produced me great grief. Seated on the
cushion, surrounded by so many men, was impossible to think in an escape and this certainty
drew out painful sobs. Suddenly, a kind voice sprouted from behind me bringing momentary
hope and comfort to my sufferings. I turned back and saw that an oldman of white beard, with
a turban, was coming to me.
–Fear not son –Said in Arab the oldman to whom they called Naassen–. No one will hurt
you here. You’re an envoy of the Serpent God, Ophis-Lucifer to whom we serve. The Sign that
you carry marked proves it for His Glory.
He indicated in an affectionate gesture to let him to be taken in his arms, to «show me
the image of God». I was really necessitating an affectionate treatment because those fanatics
didn’t stop to think that I was a child. I embraced the oldman and he began to walk to the end
of the hall –That resulted to be basement– Where a column was elevated in which pedestal
shined a small sculpture of very poliched stone. It had the form of a cobra elevated over itself
with refulgent eyes, maybe due to the incrustation of stones of a more intense green. The
image fascinated me and I’d have touched it if the oldman not moves backwards in time.
–Have you liked the image of God, «little envoy»? –Said the Master.
–Yes –I replied without knowing why.
–You have the right to possess the jewel of the Order. –Continued the Master who was
rummaging in a little bag of fine leather that he had hanging on his neck.
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