Glorious Ones
“Wild boars lined the wayside, gnashing at my feet. Hissing adders, looped around the branches, spat venom in my face. But I, Flaminio Scala, the Captain, Prince of Warriors, Bravest of the Brave, First to Battle, Last to Flee—I, Flaminio Scala, the most courageous man in Christendom—I, Flaminio Scala, was not afraid.
Slicing through the underbrush with my sword, I forged ahead until the road I traveled forked in two. And there, at that dim parting of the ways, I encountered a most amazing pheno...menon.
One of the paths was marked “Fame,” the other, “Obscurity.”
“Virgin Mary the Whore!” I cried, running headlong down the trail which seemed to promise my heart’s dearest wish. Yet soon my characteristic prudence and intelligence caused me to reconsider: It was all too simple, too perfect; I sensed a trap.
Slowly, cautiously, I traced my way back to the fork—where, now, a small, fair-haired boy was seated on a granite boulder.
“What is the trick?” I asked him, assuming, of course, that he would know.MoreLess
Slicing through the underbrush with my sword, I forged ahead until the road I traveled forked in two. And there, at that dim parting of the ways, I encountered a most amazing pheno...menon.
One of the paths was marked “Fame,” the other, “Obscurity.”
“Virgin Mary the Whore!” I cried, running headlong down the trail which seemed to promise my heart’s dearest wish. Yet soon my characteristic prudence and intelligence caused me to reconsider: It was all too simple, too perfect; I sensed a trap.
Slowly, cautiously, I traced my way back to the fork—where, now, a small, fair-haired boy was seated on a granite boulder.
“What is the trick?” I asked him, assuming, of course, that he would know.MoreLess
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