1 It had an iron peg for a nose; his future wife, named Kciroy, she was a toothless dwarf and therefore they would soon be married, and that in itself is a long story, which I will try to summarize in a jiffy. 2 She was the morbid princess of Oxas, a bewildered little kingdom in the high mountains of Bulgaria, during the early Middle Ages. 3 The king on his daughter’s wedding day gave his son-in-law Ailepho, double nose plugs of gold, to stop those hugging nostrils of his, like a pig’s snout, without a snout, only deep holes. 4 They smelled worse than rotten game, skunk holes, you could call them, even worse than devil’s breath. 5 To be honest, there are no words in those distant vocabularies that would have described such a stench. 6 Ailefo was middle-aged, while his wife half his age, and his father twice as old as Ailefo. 7 Shortly after getting married, Kciroy gave birth to a hermaphrodite; the Dwarf Princess was completely enraged at the sight of the boy, and Ailepho too. 8 As for the king, he took it no different from when his wife, already deceased, gave birth to Kciroy, that is: his daughter and when he allowed his daughter to marry Ailepho, now the son-in-law of the. :-like to taste, equal to equal, taking it simply as a human tragedy in short. 9 But back to why the king allowed Kciroy to marry Ailepho: in a nutshell, it was like this: she got rid of all the rats, with that damned smell of hers in the whole kingdom. 10 No more was said on the subject that was the deal, lock-stock-and-barrel: “Get rid of the rates, rats the rates!” 11 Well, now seven years had passed, and the old king was still living, eighty-seven to be exact, and the boy was not a boy anymore, he was a young man of formal reasoning. 12 Thus, out of bitterness, he was called ‘it’ not by his grandfather of course, but by his mother and father: out of disgust.
13 Now, before continuing with this story, it must be explained, if only for the sake of psychology, or perception, what began as a good omen, or out of good will, as often happens, ends in a bad one. condition. -Will. 14 A child knows at the age of six months, the nature of his mother and father, therefore, the child has to adapt, in order to survive, smile when the child does not want to. 15 The child will cry, when the child knows that from that crying he can get what he wants. 16 On another note before continuing, evil knows evil, just as a fool knows a fool’s mind, just as a thief knows the heart of another thief. 17 And be it said, a king knows how much he will take the people from him before he rebels, he knows what they need most, that will settle them. 18 With this in mind I continue with the story.
19 Going back to the poor child: was he more of a man than a woman? 20 Or vice versa? 21 This, of course, was gossip among the kingdom’s inhabitants. 22 Who’s to say? 23 I mean, it really matters, and on the other hand, some things can never be known, and for the better, and less gossip. 24 The prince and the princess never loved this child, and that was the thorn, and the child and the grandfather knew this, particularly the child. 25 It was obvious; such things cannot be kept secret forever. 26 And the boy remembered that when he was only three years old, one night his mother had left the bedroom window open, hoping that the crows, the hawks, and the crows, and perhaps even the great owls, would poke out his ears. eyes and gouge them out. the entrails and eat the child alive, little by little to the death of him, and come down and behold, they profess that it was an accident. 27 But the boy was clever, that night he removed the golden plugs from his father’s nose and slept under his bed, therefore he had been saved, and in the morning, he put the plugs back in his nostrils and he ran back to his bed, with the windows open, this seemed to his parents a kind of omen, that is, to leave him alone. 28 Well, the boy may have been a hermaphrodite, but he had a memory like an elephant. 29 At the age of seven, the age of formal reason, this event came to haunt him (now I’ll call it he, because I really don’t like the name ‘it’, respectfully). 30 And to say the least, the boy was getting tired of looking so carefully, at his mother and father, lest he stop and get poisoned, or thrown off the tower wall, who can say what happens in a morbid mind
31 It happened on the boy’s seventh birthday; he snuck into his father and mother’s bedroom, pulled out the golden pegs of father’s noise, and stunk up the whole kingdom, until the kingdom to come, one might say, and no one could find the golden pegs, specially made with two locks. Valves to be put deep into those holes as big as nostrils. 32 Furthermore, he ripped off (gently) the iron nose that his grandfather had made for Ailepho, causing an even more deadly sticky and suffocating ruckus. 33 Oh, it was terrible; everyone in the kingdom wore masks. 34 Day after day, they couldn’t find those pegs, nor was the goldsmith around to make new ones, where it was, only the boy knew, and he played the fool, he had paid him well, to take him on a trip to China or some place. , that same distance: again, who can say. 35 In any case, the lingering in these pestilential flavors of his nose was so disgusting, that they ruffled the eyelashes of men and beasts. 36 Well, what was the king to do? 37 What began as a good omen, turned out to be a bad one, rebellion was spreading throughout the kingdom; consequently, he had both beheaded, for lack of crime, he called him, provoking rebellion. 38 And yes, ‘it’ took its rightful place as King and Queen of Oxas in due time for him.
39 And perhaps it is better to say, in this case anyway: if one dares to overcome the resistance or existence of another, they breed hatred and chaos, if not dark dreams and revenge. 40 As it is, in this case, where to like, did not like: the hunted becomes a hunter.
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