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The sun reached noon. Nate prattled on with his friends about whatever
seemed most interesting. This time it had been a priest who had handled an asp for
too long and suffered the most expected fate of such an activity: death. Death was
the subject that held Nate’s attention the longest; death by serpent was just another
way to wrap the package.
“I don’t know why anyone would engage in such reckless behavior,” Martha
declared. The group was such a balanced mix of personalities that no one hung on
her every word. They gave her as much consideration as anyone else, even if she
gave her words undue weight.
“Well, it’s part of the whole thing,” Merrill responded.
“What thing is that, Merrill?”
“Worship, faith, power.”
They gave this a small parcel of thought.
“The need for such things always rests in the minds of men,” Martha said.
She smiled and gave Patella a nudge with her elbow. Patella smiled,
unwillingly. She just wanted a marriage, and soon. Politics was not her concern.
Nate kept floating back to death. “It’s not so bad,” he finally said,
unprovoked.
The group stopped their chatter and eyed him. “What’s not?” Merrill asked.
“Death.”
They looked at him with an even stronger sense of suspicion. Death was a
big deal. Death was the one thing in life that could not be explained away. Even
the deities that were associated with it were not to be spoken of.
The group fought to flee from Nate. Martha gathered her words first: “you
speak as if you had supped with Death and found its company quite pleasant.”
Pleasant, it was a barbed word the way Martha said it.
Nate glared at her. “I just think that maybe it’s not as bad as everyone makes
it out to be.”
“No one ever comes back,” Merrill said.
“A thought that never crossed my mind, Merrill,” Nate said with scathing
sarcasm.
The other turned from Nate and let him sulk in his strange mood. They soon
found other subjects of less ill repute to discuss. But Nate lost his way in thoughts
about death and what it might be like to journey that way. He thought of taking the
trip with his soul and crossing unimagined oceans and lands. To him death was just
a trip that went on forever; because it was eternal he would never stop discovering
and that alone made it seem most desirable.