The Proposal (Part 13): The Changing of the Guard
“Going through the library, my Consigliere over there and I have been intrigued that the there is a recurring theme. There are times when an otherwise civilized culture will lose all semblance of sanity and do things that defy logic. It is an unsettling thought, but it really happens.”
He went on: “One day we were getting off of the ‘Underground” at the St. Pancras Station, when we heard the voice of an angel from above. The voice said: “Mind the gap.”
Kelly made a funny face and said. Now you’re teasing me. Everybody has heard that voice. It’s to remind people not to step into the space between the train and the landing.”
Both men chuckled. “You are right of course Mr. Destiny said. “But at that moment we both realized that the worst times are recorded decades after they actually happen.”
Mr. Fate added: It is the gaps in time when the worst of human nature occurs.”
He continued. “As I said, we heard the voice of an angel. One of the definitions of an angel of course, is a messenger from God. Who’s to say that at that moment we weren’t hearing a message from God? I think we are experiencing one of those gaps right now and a flood of demand for my service is coming.” He said.
Then he added: “Age and arthritis have made it almost impossible to hold a pair of scissors, much less a razor.
A Great Conundrum
Kelly got up and sat next to Mr. Destiny. She took his hands in hers and kissed them. “Now,” he continued. Frequently I have had women ask me to hold their secrets.”
Mr. Fate said: “Even before abortion became legal in America and in Europe, there were rich and famous people, and some not-so-famous, who sought Mr. Destiny out to tell their deepest secret over a haircut and a shave…or…just a haircut.”
Mr. Destiny reinforced his friend’s words by saying: “There is a wave coming that we frankly don’t know how to handle. It has been our most earnest prayer that you will know when we hand all of this over to you.”
Kelly took a deep breath and said: “I need to take some time to think all of this over.”
“That’s a very good idea, why don’t you take a week to think about it? But, before you go, there is one last thing I need to do.” Mr. Destiny said.
He and Mr. Fate both got up. Mr. Fate went to a camera mounted on a tripod and aimed it at Mr. Destiny behind the coffee table and in front of the fireplace where a big warm fire had burned down to white-hot coals.
Fate of the Rules
Mr. Destiny, talking to the camera as much as to her and Mr. Fate behind the camera, pointed to the stack of rule books, codex and scrolls on the coffee table and said: “These are the rules that govern everything that has been left in my care. They are both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in that they have helped preserve the Library of Secrets and all that go with it. They have been a curse in that the rules have been so cumbersome that the world doesn’t know the beautiful stories of repentance and redemption that are contained in the library.”
He then picked up a book and cut out a paragraph of the first page. He then took a codex and did the same with the first entry in it. Then he took a scroll and cut off the first few lines. He then laid the three strips of paper on the coffee table as Mr. Fate took a close up of them with the camera. “These are the first recorded rules. In English, they say that the rules can be amended by any successor entrusted with these secrets and the gifts that are handed down.”
The Changing of the Guard
He went on: These are the only copies of the rules that govern this library and all of the artifacts and money that go with it. There are no other copies he said with emphasis. “I now bequeath all of these to Hope.”
He motioned for Hope to face the camera. Reluctantly she complied.
He then picked up a thick folder from the table and spread three stacks of paper out. He signed each one and had Mr. Fate sign each. He then asked Hope to sign the three sheets of paper.
She looked at them.
This would be the most important piece of paper she, or almost anyone for that matter, would ever sign in a lifetime.
She wasn’t one to hesitate. Without hesitation she bent down and signed a single name to each page: “Hope”.
Then….Mr. Destiny did something horrifying, shocking….and wonderful.
He gathered up the three pieces of paper, the books, codex and ancient scrolls, all of the recorded rules in existence, and threw them onto the coals.
Hope looked in disbelief as flames leapt up the chimney of the fireplace. The scrolls disappeared into ash instantly, followed quickly by the codex and soon by the books. Before she could say anything, they were gone….Forever.
Previous Installments of The Proposal:
- The Proposal (Part 12): A Secure Connection
- The Proposal (Part 11): Where It All Began
- The Proposal (part 10): Secrets of Ancient Soldiers
- The Proposal (Part 9)
- The Proposal (Part 8)
- The Proposal (Part 7)
- The Proposal (Part 6): Listening to Destiny and Fate
- The Proposal (Part 5): Twist of Fate
- The Proposal (Part 4): Destiny’s Place
- The Proposal (Part 3): Close Shave with Mr. Destiny
- The Proposal (Part 2): Continued in London
- The Proposal (Part 1): A Short Story Mystery