Agape: In Search of Universal Love
from the novel, The Lodging for the Rose
Rolf. A. F. Witzsche
Story 9 - The Royal Dance.
Story 9 - The Royal Dance.
Under Tony's direction a wonderful two week long tour through the dessert regions of the southern USA had been arranged for Ushi as a note of thanks for her help, and for me to accompany her. Of course, the entire Air Force in the area knew that we were coming, but politely, nobody spoke about politics as if Tony had forbidden the subject. We were treated like newlyweds, discretely, but affectionately.
We stayed in remote hotels, at first, camped a little. At mid-week a newlywed Air Force couple joined us who had a four seat helicopter at their disposal. With that, we could go wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted, and the couple who had the chopper knew all the best places. We became a part of the family, so to speak, and apparently a part of the Air Force family as well. We were treated to life at the grassroots level where the games were easy, unlike at the diplomatic level, and full of fun and wide open for anything.
At one of the parties we were invited to, Cathlynn, our newlywed bride, wanted to act out a fantasy that she said to Ushi, "had come to her like a dark urge during her wedding party...."
"Why don't you to act it out, here?" Ushi asked, interrupting her. Ushi may have imagined what this dark urge fantasy had been. With a grin on her face she encouraged Cathy. It seemed save enough to do that. Everyone had called her simply, Cathy, or Cath for short. Her full name, Cathlynn, had never been used. She appeared to be 'family' to them all.
So it was that when the music tape had come to an end, Ushi stood up and said that she wanted to tell them all a story. She asked people to clear a space in the middle of the room. A table had to be moved, chairs rearranged. She brought one of the children's high chairs from the kitchen and placed herself in the middle of the open space and told her story.
She told the story of a king. It was a king with a good heart who had received visitors one day from a far away land. The visitors were not royalty, nor philosophers, nor priests. One was a poet, another a composer and performer of music, another, a man of science, and so forth. They were traveling together to explore the beauty that can be found in being human. Rumors had it that wherever they went people became uplifted by their wisdom.
So it was that they came before the king, and the king was pleased with their performances, their stories, and their wisdom. During the royal banquet, however, on the night before their departure, the poet asked the king if he was happy being isolated from his people by his wealth. The king answered that he wasn't at all happy about it, but he was also unable to do anything to change that. He said that if he gave away all of his possessions, it wouldn't help many people and he would be as poor as the rest of them.
The poet agreed that this wasn't a workable solution. The musician, however, had an idea of how the problem could be solved. Both the poet and the man of science agreed that the composer's idea could work.
The composer had been told during his travels that there lives a man in the king's realm who has an exceptional ear for music, but that the man is poor and his musical instrument is of a poor quality. The composer suggested to the king that he should purchase a violin for the man, which he described as an instrument that sings the melodies of the heart. He told the king that such an instrument could be obtained in a foreign country at a price far above of what the man could afford, while the king could afford it easily as a gift of love.
The king protested. He protested, because if he did this, the lineup of beggars at his door would be endless. He was sure of that.
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