The Forty-Sixth Night

  

Nick’s first words, upon arriving on Saturday night, were:

— So… today is when the story finally ends?

— Perhaps, I said. It is a long tale, after all. I told you of Medusa’s birth, and how, at her death, she gave life to the giant Chrysaor and to his brother, the winged horse Pegasus—both her children by the god Poseidon. Chrysaor married and begot a dreadful and far-reaching lineage of monsters. Pegasus, meanwhile, flew between heaven and earth, delivering to Zeus in the sky the thunderbolts and lightning that Hephaestus forged for him on earth.

“Then entered the scene the young and beautiful Bellerophon, falsely accused by a queen of wishing to violate her. Unwilling to kill his own guest, King Proteus sent Bellerophon to his father-in-law, Iobates, king of Lycia, charging him with delivering a sealed message:

“’Do me the favor of killing Bellerophon, violator of my wife, your daughter.’

“Unaware that he was carrying his own death sentence, Bellerophon traveled to Lycia and handed the tablet to King Iobates.

“But it pleased great Destiny that Iobates did not read the fatal message at once. Instead, taken by Bellerophon’s charm, he entertained him for nine whole days.

— “Entertained him?” Nick repeated, pointedly.

— Continuing the story, I said, firmly but with humor, only after nine days did Iobates take up the tablet. Upon reading it, he, like Proteus, feared the Erinyes—the three monstrous sisters who pursued hosts who mistreated their guests. They were dreadful, fury streaming from their eyes like black tears.

“And so Iobates conceived a plan: rather than killing his guest himself, he would send him on an impossible mission—to slay the Chimera.

“Do you recall the children of Chrysaor, the grandchildren of Medusa—Echidna and Typhon? The Chimera was one of them: a fire-breathing monster, made of lion, goat, and serpent. She ravaged the region of Caria nearby, laying waste to cattle and people alike to satisfy her hunger for warm flesh.

“Bellerophon was a true man and accepted the challenge of freeing his host’s land from such a creature.

“On his way to Caria, he met the seer Polyeidus. They sat together to eat, and Bellerophon told him of his mission. Upon hearing it, Polyeidus fell into a trance and saw Bellerophon victorious—but riding Pegasus.

“— But where will I find the winged horse? Bellerophon asked.

“— Pegasus serves high Zeus, replied the seer. You must ask the gods where to find him. Turn aside from your path in that direction and you will find a temple of Athena. Go there and pray.

“Thus Bellerophon did. He spent the night in Athena’s temple and slept there. Athena appeared to him and presented to the brave youth his father: Poseidon, lord of horses, father of Pegasus and great-great-grandfather of the Chimera.

“— Go, my son, said the god, and take your half-brother Pegasus. He awaits you outside. Here—take my trident. Its power will not fail you, for the Chimera must be stopped.

“Bellerophon left the temple, mounted the winged steed, and together they flew toward Caria.

“There stood the terrible monster—enormous, a bestial convulsion of shapes and devastating muscle. The fire spewed from her three maws heated the air beyond endurance. She was swift as a lion, sinuous as a serpent, and stubborn as a goat. Fixing her attention on Bellerophon, she reared and bucked, giving the youth no chance to strike with his father’s trident.

“Desperate, unable to approach the beast, Bellerophon looked to the high sky and saw the face of his cousin Athena. He rose toward her. The face vanished, and when he looked again, the Chimera seemed to have forgotten the hero, pausing to rest from battle. Bellerophon guided Pegasus downward like a dart, and at the right moment hurled the trident. It shattered the Chimera’s spine. She gave a horrific cry of pain and, after a thousand convulsions, died.

“Poseidon returned to reclaim his trident, and freed of it, the Chimera vanished in a ball of fire.

“Father and son exchanged a wave—the god proud of his brave child—and Bellerophon returned to the court of Iobates.

“But Iobates was still resolved to kill the young hero, and so he sent him alone to fight the enemies of the land: the Solymi, who lived in the mountains near Lycia.

“Bellerophon went with Pegasus and defeated them all, reducing them to vassals of Iobates.

“But Iobates was still resolved to kill the young hero, and so he sent him alone to fight the warrior Amazons.

“Bellerophon went with Pegasus and defeated them all, reducing them too to vassals of Iobates.

“Yet Iobates persisted, and finally sent his entire army against the hero. In horror, he saw the god Poseidon rise from the earth and command the river Xanthus, which flowed through the plains of Lycia, to flood the land and drown the whole army.

“At last Iobates understood the divine protection surrounding Bellerophon. Falling to his knees, he begged forgiveness, showed him the tablet sent by Proteus, and, to prove his repentance, gave him the hand of his youngest daughter, Philonoe, and half his kingdom.

“If Bellerophon’s heart rejoiced in his gracious wife, fair of body and soul, it also churned with hatred for Proteus and his wife.

“With Pegasus, he returned to the court of Proteus, pretending to be in love with the queen and promising to carry her away to his palace, where they would live happily ever after.

“Infatuated by the affection of so handsome and gallant a hero, she agreed. She abandoned her husband and mounted the winged horse. They took flight, and from on high Bellerophon cast her into the sea, where the adulteress drowned.

“Immediately, the hero returned to Proteus’s throne, told him what he had done, and declared himself satisfied: his enemy was dead, and the man who had sought his death now mourned.

“Bellerophon returned home, where he lived happily for many, many years, becoming the father of two sons and two daughters, all beautiful.

“This lasted until the day vanity bit him. Poets sang of his deeds, his kingdom prospered, and he began to believe he had the right to enter Olympus and join his father Poseidon.

“His heart poisoned by pride, one day he mounted Pegasus and set out to climb the distance to the home of the gods. Zeus, father of gods, seeing the arrogant audacity of his nephew, sent a gadfly to torment Pegasus.

Driven mad by the insect, Pegasus bucked and bucked until Bellerophon fell to the ground and died.

Zeus then took the valiant horse and placed him in the heavens as one of the constellations. The same fate befell the beautiful Andromeda, along with her mother Cassiopeia and her husband Perseus.

— Man… that’s a pretty stupid way for Bellerophon to die, Nick complained.

— Some say he did not die from the fall, I replied, which would be yet another heroic feat, but that he was left crippled and blind, dying old, alone, and in misery. Be that as it may, all agree that his tomb stood in the citadel of Tlos, in Lycia.

— Greek imagination was kinda wild, huh? said Nick. Everybody’s related to everybody else—monsters, humans, all mixed together. But yeah… they’re beautiful stories.

— What pleases me most is how they interweave, I said. I did not truly tell the stories of Perseus and Bellerophon, but rather the story of Medusa and her two sons, Pegasus and Chrysaor. I did not touch upon the full dramas of Perseus and Bellerophon—only their encounters with Medusa and Pegasus.

— I really loved it, my friend, Nick said. Totally worth the wait for the ending. Some other day I’ll want more—but right now, it’s time to head back to my little crash pad.

 

The Forty-Fifth Night

 

On his weekly visit, Nick was eager for the continuation of my tale, and after supper we settled beneath the stars and I went on:

“Where did we leave off, again?”

“Perseus married Andromeda and ended the feast by killing Phineus.”

“Quite right. Once married, Perseus and Andromeda set out for Tiryns, where she bore Perses, the eldest son of Perseus, and with him began the dynasty of the Andromedans. Yet Perseus still had to return the monster’s head to Polydectes; thus he left Andromeda and the child in Tiryns and, ever equipped with Hermes’ sandals and the Gorgon’s head in his satchel, he flew back to Seriphos. On his way he passed over Libya, where drops of blood from the Gorgon’s head leaked from the bag and gave rise to serpents of the deadliest venom—serpents that infest that land to this very day.

“In Seriphos, he discovered that his mother had been forced to seek refuge in desolate lands, in order to protect herself from Polydectes’ harassment. Perseus presented himself before the king and his court and declared that he carried Medusa’s head there, within the bag he held.

“Polydectes demanded to see the head as proof of the truth, and Perseus showed it to him, slaying the wicked king along with many of his courtiers and soldiers. Forthwith, he made Dictys—his benefactor and Polydectes’ brother—the new king of Seriphos, who restored Danaë to the palace with the honors due a princess.

“Next, he turned his attention to his divine half-brothers and, in Hermes’ presence, returned to him the winged sandals and the helm of Ares. To Athena he delivered the dreadful head. The gray-eyed goddess set it upon her breastplate, thus making herself an invincible warrior.

“But while all these things were taking place, the sons of Medusa and Poseidon—born from her blood when she was beheaded—the winged horse Pegasus and the giant Chrysaor, went each upon his own path.

“Chrysaor entered at a very early age the court of the god Oceanus, where he married Callirrhoe, who bore him two children: the three-bodied giant Geryon, later slain by Heracles, and the fierce, devouring Echidna, half-maiden, half-serpent, enormous in size. Echidna, with Typhon, became the mother of a great number of monsters.

“Pegasus, for his part, raced through the air and reached Olympus, where Zeus charged him with bearing the thunderbolts and lightning forged for him by his brother Hephaestus in the depths of Etna.

“Whenever Pegasus struck the earth with his hoof, a spring would burst forth.

“And it came to pass that Poseidon fell in love with Eurynome, the wife of King Glaucus. Glaucus and Eurynome had two sons, Alcimenes and Piren, and by Poseidon she bore Bellerophon.

“One day it happened that Bellerophon accidentally killed his brother Piren during some games, and for this reason he was sent to King Proteus of Tiryns, that he might pronounce judgment upon his crime. Proteus, exercising his royal authority, forgave the accidental death caused by Bellerophon, and all would have ended happily—had not Proteus’ wife been inflamed with lust for Bellerophon and sought to lie with him. Out of respect for the king, Bellerophon refused her advances, and the wretch, offended, accused him before Proteus, claiming that he had tried to violate her.

“Proteus was furious with Bellerophon, yet because he was host to the son of Poseidon, he dared neither harm nor kill him, though such was his desire. Thus he swallowed his pride and conceived a perverse plan to cleanse his honor: he sent Bellerophon to his father-in-law Iobates, king of Lycia, charging him to deliver a sealed message: ‘Do me the favor of killing Bellerophon, violator of my wife, your daughter.’

“Unaware that he carried his own death sentence, Bellerophon journeyed to Lycia and delivered the letter to King Iobates.”

Having said this, I fell silent.

“And then?” Nick asked.

“Well, many things happened after that—but now I am tired, and the rest must wait.”

“Oh no! Again?!” my friend protested.

 

 

The Forty-Fourth Night

 

I found it rather amusing when, during his weekly visit last Saturday, Nick asked me to tell him a story.

— I just dig the way you tell ’em, he said.

— All right, but what kind of story do you want to hear?

— A good one! he said, emphatically.

Very well. In the time when God hid Himself in the heavens, other gods rose to take His place. Among them—older than most, present at the very beginning—were Pontus and Gaia. These two joined and had two children, Phorcys and Ceto. These brother and sister loved one another and begot six daughters. First came the Three Old Ones, who possessed all the knowledge in the world. They had only a single eye and a single tooth, which they passed from hand to hand so they might see and eat. Then were born the Three Gorgons, their bodies covered in reptilian scales, living serpents for hair, boar’s tusks jutting from their mouths, and golden wings.

“Their appearance was so dreadful that mortals were turned to stone by sheer horror at the sight. No one who looked upon them survived.

“Of the three Gorgons, the elder two—Stheno and Euryale—were immortal, but the youngest, Medusa, bore the burden of time and would one day die.

“On the island of Seriphos grew a young man of beauty and unshakable resolve. His name was Perseus. Years before, he and his mother had been rescued from the sea by a fisherman named Dictys, brother to Polydectes, the king of the island.”

— And where did this Perseus and his mother come from? They just showed up in the sea?

— No, but telling that tale would take us too far from the main story. Yet I’ll give you this much: the young Perseus’s father was the great god Zeus.

“Polydectes, king of Seriphos, fell in love with Perseus’s mother. Perseus, however, deemed the king unworthy of marrying Danaë. So Polydectes devised a cunning plan to rid himself of the young man. For the second time in his life, a king wished Perseus dead.

“Knowing Perseus had no horse, Polydectes held a gathering to receive the fine steeds he intended to offer as dowry to a queen he sought to marry. Before the king and his whole court, Perseus spoke honestly: he had no horse to give, but asked the king to name any other gift, and he, Perseus, would bring it.

“Satisfied that his plan was unfolding perfectly, Polydectes replied with feigned sweetness: ‘I want the head of Medusa.’

“‘Then the king shall have it,’ said Perseus, worthy son of a god. And without looking back—lest he see his mother in tears or allow her to see him pale with fear—he turned his back on the court and left the palace.

“Outside, in a grove, he prayed to his father for aid—if not for him, Perseus, then at least for the sake of the woman who had found favor in Zeus’s eyes.

“The Father of the Gods then sent two of his divine children to help him: Hermes and Athena.

“Hermes gave his half-brother his own winged sandals, so that Perseus might soar through the sky as he did. He also gave him his sword, and the helm of Ares, which rendered its wearer invisible. Athena gave Perseus her polished bronze shield, that he might behold the Gorgons’ reflection without turning to stone, and she gave him a sack in which to store Medusa’s head, for even in death her deadly power endured.

“Lastly, she told Perseus where to find the Old Ones, who would tell him where to find the Gorgons. Should they refuse, she instructed him to seize the single eye they shared; the fear of blindness would force them to speak the truth.

“And so Perseus flew through the air until he found the Old Ones, who indeed refused to help him slay their sister. With a swift movement he snatched their eye, and then, in desperate tears, they told him to go to the island of Sarpedon, where the sisters dwelled.

“Perseus flew with astonishing speed to where the Gorgons lay. Donning the helm of Ares to become invisible, and using the polished shield as a mirror to guide him, he found the monsters asleep. Aiming at Medusa, he brought down the sword of the god his brother in a single fatal stroke. Her head rolled, and from her neck gushed a jet of black, venomous blood.

“Perseus did not know that Medusa had been pregnant by the god Poseidon, and from the wound in her neck were born their children: the winged horse Pegasus and the giant Chrysaor.

“Swiftly Perseus rose to the heavens and fled.

“The immortal Gorgons awoke and burst forth in frantic grief to punish the slayer of their sister—but in vain, for they saw no one.

“Perseus flew on to Ethiopia, where the young princess Andromeda was about to be offered to the monster Cetus, as punishment for an offense her mother had given the Nereids.”

— And who’re those? Nick asked.

— They were the fifty daughters of Nereus and Doris, ancient sea gods from the dawn of all things.

— And this Cetus thing?

— A gigantic monster, created on the fifth day. As the Nereids were part of Poseidon’s court, the god sent Cetus to devour the princess, who had been chained to a seaside rock. In truth, there was more than one cetacean monster. Who knows how many remain?

“Perseus advanced on the beast and showed it Medusa’s head. The creature turned to stone and sank into the ocean. Then, still soaring on Hermes’s sandals, he freed Andromeda from the rock where she was bound.

“Her parents, Cepheus and Cassiopeia, resolved to marry their daughter to Perseus, much to the displeasure of young Phineus, who already had an arranged marriage with her.

“During the wedding feast, driven by jealousy, heartbreak, and far too much wine, Phineus started a fight with Perseus, who, without a second thought, drew from the sack the fatal head that claimed yet another victim.”

— And then? Why’d you stop? Nick asked.

— Because it’s late, and I am tired of speaking. If you wish, next week there will be more.

— Oh, man… really? Nick said, disheartened.

 

The Forty-Third Night

Last Saturday, after dinner, Nick and I stepped out onto the veranda, where we lay back on the deck chairs I keep there, and watched the stars. It was a moonless night, and we could see the Milky Way stretching across the sky like an embrace over the sea.

“In the States I knew the constellations way better,” Nick said. “Here they’re all different.”

“There are still a few you can see from the Northern Hemisphere.”

“Yeah? Like which ones?”

“For instance, Orion.”

“The Hunter?”

“That’s the one. Right there,” I said, pointing to the stars. “Those three form his belt.”

“I’m seein’ it!” my friend exclaimed. “So Scorpius is close by, right?”

“Yes. Let me see… There! Do you see that sinuous line of stars?”

“How did I never notice that?”

“The stars aren’t in the same position here, that’s all.”

“Sometimes that’s all it is, huh?”

“What do you mean, Nick?”

“Just… changing how you look at things. Seeing them from another angle, a different perspective. Kinda helps with life, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I quite agree. A rigid thing breaks easily, while a flexible one withstands tremendous pressure. In life, we need that flexibility.”

“But why is it that—even knowin’ all that—people still hold on to things that hurt them? I catch myself doin’ it, in this fear of falling back into drugs. I keep thinkin’ some part of me still wants them, even knowing how bad they are.”

“Like those who suffer for being overweight but cling to the pleasure of food. I have my afflictions too. We all do. But you saw the problem from another side, and you changed your life.”

“Yeah… mostly ’cause I’m scared of goin’ back to the old one.”

“Because the old one gave you some pleasure, satisfied something in you. Then you realized that this pleasure, this satisfaction, was deadly poison. Evil is like that—it’s pleasant. It has to be, or we would never embrace it.”

“You speak of evil as if it were a being.”

“As an observer of life, it’s easy to see there is evil within us. As a Catholic, I understand it as the corruption caused by Adam’s sin—sin that began through the action of a being, the Devil. On one hand, we bear a corrupted nature; on the other, a wicked creature calls us toward that corruption.”

A fish leapt from the water, as though to have a better look at the stars.

“And where’s the solution in all that?”

“A nature corrupted by evil does not mean absolute evil. We are still essentially good, for we were created by Holy Goodness. Our origin lies in the act of a being infinitely greater and more powerful than the Devil. Fighting for the good is the way God, in His infinite Wisdom, chose to make us strong, and to grant us forgiveness for the evil we do.”

“A fight…” Nick said. “Yeah, that really describes what I feel. Every day—one more fight.”

Nick let out a long yawn and said, “Guess it’s time I head back to my little spot.”

Rising from the deck chair, he added, “D’you think I’ll win this fight?”

“You’re already winning.”

He smiled at me, then walked toward his red car.

 

 

The Forty-Second Night

 

This Saturday, Nick walked into my home carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“Uh—these are for you,” he said, a little awkwardly.

“Thank you, but… why? It’s not my birthday,” I replied, taking the flowers and appreciating them.

“I think I was kinda rude to you—and to your late friend—last week.”

“You weren’t. There was a sincere, honest concern for me behind everything you said. I was shocked by that truth, which I had hoped to bury so deep inside myself that no one would ever see it. You really gave me something to think about.”

He cast a brief glance at the portrait on the wall.

“You know I took a real dislike to him, right?”

“A dead man you never even met…”

“A ghost that’s still haunting you.”

“You do know how to be direct, don’t you?”

“You Brazilians are way too soft.”

“Okay,” I said, placing the flowers in a vase.

“Look,” Nick said, conciliatory now, “I think you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, and you’ve got this totally warped view of yourself because of the things that guy told you. Because of him, you pulled away from the world and hid in religion.”

He paused to catch his breath and went on:

“I know I’ve got no right to step into your private life, and I don’t doubt the sincerity of your faith. But it honestly hurts to see how crushed you still are by that experience.”

Another pause, and then he spoke again:

“I promise I won’t bring this up anymore. I’d just… I’d really like to prove that guy was wrong about you.”

I didn’t want to continue that conversation; it disturbed me far too much. I told myself Nick had no chance. Lowering my guard would only leave me open to more unwanted—and inevitable—blows.

I was honestly surprised by how easily he’d managed to reach so deep into my soul. I clearly wasn’t the master of disguises I fancied myself to be, and he was not as naïve as he seemed, despite his youthful temperament.

Still, I resolved to be as honest as possible. Beyond the accumulated poison of years, what did I truly feel? What could be an honest answer on my part?

I embraced him—tight, strong, and as truthfully as I could—kissed him on the cheek and said:

“You are the greatest gift God has given me in this life. I don’t know if it’s possible to purge the ghost of the departed from within me, but perhaps we can at least restrain his influence.”

“I’m not asking for anything more,” he said, wearing that beautiful smile of his.