His dress fluttering, his long hair waving, the young man ran into the center of
the small village square. I see! He was shouting. Are you listening? I have
seen! I HAVE SEEN EVERYTHING! I have seen our destiny! I have seen who I
am and from whence we have come! I have seen our path! I have seen and I
have heard the words of the Lords of Heaven! Now I can tell you all, I was
told to tell you that I am allowed to speak to you. I have seen! Everything
have I seen! I will tell you! I will tell you everything! And I will speak to others
of what I have seen. I will never stop talking about what I have seen! I have
seen! All! All! ALL!

As the young man went silent for just a moment, choked by the explosion of
his words, his excitement and running, a window, somewhere high up under
the steep roof crashed open. However, such was the silence as the young
man stopped talking, that even the slight sound of a little bird landing gently
on the window ledge would have been heard.

The young man placed himself in the middle of the small square and raised his
arms: I have seen! The Lords of Heaven showed me the way! And more! They
showed me more and I have seen more! I will tell you all about it! I will speak
to the world about what I have seen!

As the people in the square and in their homes remained completely calm, the
young man shouted almost in pain, shrieking, almost crying: I have seen! I
know that I have seen and I will now speak to you! Everything remained
motionless in response to his announcement.

Then, slowly, as if by some miracle a stone itself was coming to life, the old
man in splendid, clean dress, his hair gray and tidy, fully composed, proudly
built, the one who had spoken out the noble word "the pilgrims" and had
opened the door of hospitality, stood up.

Rising from the stone-like calm, the old man asked: Are you sure that they
were the Lords of Heaven? Yes! A hundred times yes, the young man shrieked.
Is what you saw and what you want to tell us about so terrifying? Are you
sure that someone was telling you something horrible about us? The young
man shrieked again: Yes! IT IS TERYFYING! I have seen everything and I will
tell you all about it. I will tell everybody! Everywhere and a thousand times!!!
It is terrifying and powerful. I begged them to tell me the terrifying words and
to give me strength to see the terrifying sights, so that I can talk and tell
everybody and speak about it for as long as I live! I have seen and was told
to tell you what I will tell you now, because I have seen, because I begged
them to show me. Because I?

Now some people got up on their feet and came closer to the young man. The
three of us got up too and came closer to the fence of the shady porch,
expecting the terrible story and the announcement of what he had seen.

Slowly as if while working they were passing a load from one to the other,
they took the young man in their arms. With heavy, steady steps, they carried
him towards the huge winch. With a move as quick as a lightning and almost
unnoticeably, they nailed and tied him to the winch, not interrupting the calm
of the village - people were watching, eating or just sitting idly on their
doorsteps.

Someone released the huge ghostly wheel, secured with a thick taut rope, and
in a moment tore the young man's body apart. The only thing they had done
before they tore him apart, was to remove, quickly and skillfully, that wide,
ornate leather belt and handed it to a child.

All happened in the time it takes a man to clap his hands. Those who had been
sitting around the small square, now returned to their places. A blunt, muffled
sound of a window being shut was all one could hear above the young man's
torn body. Nothing more. We were standing, leaning against the fence of the
shady porch, in fragrant grass up to our ankles and it seemed as if somewhere
water was dripping.

(Translated by M & J & M)