In the evening in his room he took out from his cupboard his magical requisites, lit herbs in a censer and started to call a demon who served him. In an incense smoke, in the beginning a hazily outlined and later sharply the figure of the demon appeared.
“Why do you call me?” the demon asked.
“Tell me what happened to our king,” Hrap asked. “He behaves strangely.”
“He is not your king,” the demon answered. “It is your colleague Rael. He killed your king and went into his body.”
Hrap’s face turned to grey in disbelief.
“Frankly speaking, Rael didn’t kill the king,” the demon added. “But someone else did it. It doesn’t matter now because Rael is in that body.”
“Oh! The sneaky son of Ur! He wants to rule Uruk,” Hrap shouted, turning to the demon asked him. “What can we do? Without any conclusive evidence I cannot accuse the king of being animpostorand not the king.”
“You have to kill Rael’s body; if it dies the king’s body dies too. Rael transfers vital energy from his physical body to the king’s one.”
“Who can kill him?” frightened Hrap asked.
“Me, I am a professional for sure,” the demon told with self-confidence.
“It’s great!” Hrap was happy. “Kill him!”
As fast as a lightning the demon went to Ur. He found the place where Rael’s body lay. A guard stood in front of the room’sdoor. The demon possessed the guards mind and took over his body; went into the room now as the guard, came closer to Rael’s bed and took out a sword. Simultaneously, Mayush who was rooting around in the garden stopped, he lifted his head and started to sniff around. He turned back and ran to the palace as fast as possible. Something had ordered him to run to his masters’ room as fast as he could. Upon arriving, he jumped in through a window and saw the soldier with the sword over his master’s body. Mayush without thinking, sprung like a tiger, threw himself at the assailant, clenched his throat with his teeth and brought down the aggressor on the floor. The guard wheezed and thrashed about on the floor but was unable to break free from the deadly jaws of Mayush and died a few seconds later. The demon left the dead guards’ body.
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The demon came back to his master.
“I was unsuccessful,” he was starting, “Rael had a strong guard. I couldn’t force it. He saw me when he was coming back to his physical body. From now he’ll be more cautious.”
“You’re a bungler!” Hrap shouted furiously, “You exposed me. I’ll send you to the deepest abyss of hell!”
Hrap concentrated and started to recite incantations. Behind the demon a dark tunnel opened. When it began swallowing him up, he shouted with his last breath, “Mercy my lud! Mercy……………..”
“No mercy for bungler!” the vindictive high priest called after the wretch.
The demon was plunged into the abyss within no time. The tunnel closed. Hrap looked forward.
“Who his job botches, the live world never watches,” Hrap mumbled and laughed to himself. “I invented the quite good distich, eh? I should write poems.”
“Why do you call me?” the demon asked.
“Tell me what happened to our king,” Hrap asked. “He behaves strangely.”
“He is not your king,” the demon answered. “It is your colleague Rael. He killed your king and went into his body.”
Hrap’s face turned to grey in disbelief.
“Frankly speaking, Rael didn’t kill the king,” the demon added. “But someone else did it. It doesn’t matter now because Rael is in that body.”
“Oh! The sneaky son of Ur! He wants to rule Uruk,” Hrap shouted, turning to the demon asked him. “What can we do? Without any conclusive evidence I cannot accuse the king of being animpostorand not the king.”
“You have to kill Rael’s body; if it dies the king’s body dies too. Rael transfers vital energy from his physical body to the king’s one.”
“Who can kill him?” frightened Hrap asked.
“Me, I am a professional for sure,” the demon told with self-confidence.
“It’s great!” Hrap was happy. “Kill him!”
As fast as a lightning the demon went to Ur. He found the place where Rael’s body lay. A guard stood in front of the room’sdoor. The demon possessed the guards mind and took over his body; went into the room now as the guard, came closer to Rael’s bed and took out a sword. Simultaneously, Mayush who was rooting around in the garden stopped, he lifted his head and started to sniff around. He turned back and ran to the palace as fast as possible. Something had ordered him to run to his masters’ room as fast as he could. Upon arriving, he jumped in through a window and saw the soldier with the sword over his master’s body. Mayush without thinking, sprung like a tiger, threw himself at the assailant, clenched his throat with his teeth and brought down the aggressor on the floor. The guard wheezed and thrashed about on the floor but was unable to break free from the deadly jaws of Mayush and died a few seconds later. The demon left the dead guards’ body.
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The demon came back to his master.
“I was unsuccessful,” he was starting, “Rael had a strong guard. I couldn’t force it. He saw me when he was coming back to his physical body. From now he’ll be more cautious.”
“You’re a bungler!” Hrap shouted furiously, “You exposed me. I’ll send you to the deepest abyss of hell!”
Hrap concentrated and started to recite incantations. Behind the demon a dark tunnel opened. When it began swallowing him up, he shouted with his last breath, “Mercy my lud! Mercy……………..”
“No mercy for bungler!” the vindictive high priest called after the wretch.
The demon was plunged into the abyss within no time. The tunnel closed. Hrap looked forward.
“Who his job botches, the live world never watches,” Hrap mumbled and laughed to himself. “I invented the quite good distich, eh? I should write poems.”