Centerpiece Scrolls

Written by the CXG and Friends & Greek Translation by Pany


07 Centerpiece Story - Rio

 

 

Διηγούμαι την ιστορία ολόλευκων παραλιών και πράσινων θαλασσών...

I sing the song of white sand beaches and green seas….

 

After sailing southwards for around a fortnight, the merchant boat made a detour into a lovely bay. It was huge, surrounded by mountains that reached down to the vast expanses of pristine white sands, which I can easily place among the prettiest beaches I have ever seen. As we approached shore, the captain announced we had a few hours before sailing off again, so

Xena and I decided to take a stroll along the beaches.

Further down we met a bunch of villagers that seemed to be in a heated discussion about some huge statue lying nearby. We soon learned that they wanted to place the said statue on the top of the highest mountain, but were having trouble to accomplish the amazing deed. It seemed the statue was the representation of the son of their god, so - ever the one to be wary of gods - Xena told me to leave them alone, it was their problem, after all. But I argued with her that the face depicted seemed pretty peaceful and that the villagers had said that the statue, with its open arms, meant to be on the top of the mountain watching out for and blessing the village beneath it. By what they said, this particular god seemed in tune with Eli’s teachings. With her normally remarkable practicality, Xena showed the stunned men how to take the statue apart and carry the smaller pieces up the mountain. That eased their task tenfold. I really wished we could have spent some days there, so that I could see the result of their labour. That

would undoubtedly be a sight to behold.

As we were leaving the bay, I noticed a smaller mount rising right from the blue-green waters and told Xena it resembled one of those sugar loafs we have at home. Of course she didn’t agree: " Naah.... it’s more like the back of those animals we saw in Egypt." Sometimes I get the impression she disagrees just to tease me… Oh well… Guess only history will tell how the

natives decided to name it.

Conclusion - Part 8