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16 The Start of Clever John’s Via Dolorosa

Desire is not something that comes hormone driven. Desire is mimesis. Desire is like that sudden rush that makes me say: “I saw the banana first” and try to snatch it before you get it. You of course think: “I saw the banana first”. This is what is known as desire, imitation, wanting to get something done before the other can do it, competition.

If I were alone when I saw the banana, I might have decided not to climb after it, but rather pick the coconuts from the palm tree growing just a few feet away. Still, when I saw that you wanted the banana, my adrenalin got the better of me. Note that the adrenalin rush comes once I know that someone else wants the banana, not before.

The six brothers of Clever John, whose story began in the previous blog, all guessed (from what they knew of him) that Clever John would do wonders to get a horse and were therefore the first to grab theirs. Nevertheless, let us remember that Clever John never knew that he needed a horse, before his elder brothers told him that horses would be needed to get to the ball at The Old Witchs’ Inn tomorrow eve.

If Clever John had wished to go to the ball on his own, perhaps he would have grown moths’ wings as Peter Pan (Yan) did. However, the risk of going to the ball on his own, not saying anything to the brothers, and leaving them behind was that the brothers could make a butterfly net and catch him before he got past the gate. In such a case, it would stop or delay Clever John from getting to the dance floor first and choosing the prettiest bride. By leaving Clever John a limping horse, every one of the brothers improved their chances of getting the prettiest bride instead of John.

The above explains why Clever John is called Clever John. He chose as his competitors his six older brothers. He gave them all, himself including, seven horses sprung from seven bubbles.

Start of Clever John’s Via Dolorosa *

Rozinante carried Clever John over hill and dale, from the evening of yesterday, all through the next day. And when the evening of tomorrow came, they were not at The Old Witch’s Inn yet. All around on distant hilltops shone fires, but Clever John and Rozinante still had miles to go before reaching their destination.

By the time Clever John and Rozinante came to the inn, the evening and night were gone, and because Johns Night is the shortest night of the year, dawn was already showing her cheek. And—wouldn’t you know it—the Johns Eve ball was over.

You could tell the ball was over from the sound of snoring that rose from the ballroom floor. The proto-Latvians were great at snoring. They also did their merry making with abandon and with no constraint. They often drank to excess for three days and nights running, and sometimes for as long as two weeks. This particular Johns Eve Ball apparently had been some kind of orgy that had everyone exhausted in a short time. Perhaps the Old Witch herself had been presiding over “a real Black Sabbath” as in later years people called such proto-Latvian celebrations.

Except for this one thing that everyone had heard about, knew about, and paid no attention to: The ball at The Old Witch’s Inn was an old tradition, and the tradition warned that no one should sleep on Johns Eve or else everything thereafter would go to hell. Hell would come if but one person slept.

All six brothers of Clever John, the brides they had taken, and other guests lay on the floor or on the tables as if dead—except for the snoring. Arms and legs were hanging off almost every chair. No one had heeded the warnings to stay awake this one morning of the year. Everyone believed that the warning about everything going to hell was an idle joke.

Of the seven ballroom dancers, only Crazy Jane had stayed awake. Crazy Jane Two and all the other of her sisters were all over the place. Here and there and everywhere lay bodies. What had apparently happened was that the six brothers had rejected Crazy Jane One for her six older sisters. They had partied, but she had not.

This turn of things did not sit well with Crazy Jane. She was stewing in her own juices as the saying goes. When she saw Clever John, she was ready for him.

“How are you, honey,” she said.

Clever John answered: “Sweets, I have never been better, but I am very tired.”

“I understand, Clever John,” said Crazy Jane. “You want a bed. Is that right?”

“Yes, babe, I mean Crazy Jane; and I don’t wish to be alone.”

“Oh, you will not be alone, Clever John,” said Crazy Jane. “There is more, there is even two of me when it comes to having fun.”

So, after Clever John had let Rozinante go to graze, trusting the Johns among the wolves to keep this one night their brethren in check and from the mare's throat, Crazy Jane and Clever John went to bed. They had a fun time. It was as it should be after a Johns Eve ball, neither too long, nor too short.

Both Crazy Jane and Clever John knew, nevertheless, that it was important not to miss the Sunrise on the day of the Sun's birthday.  So while the lovers dillied and dallied, they also knew that the Sun was coming up to see how many had stayed up the night to come greet her this one special morning.

“You know, Clever John, how mad my mother will be when she sees all the snorers. There is Hell coming for her pay.” Crazy Jane whispered into Clever John’s ear even more of the terrible things that were to come. Like, “…there will be many heads rolling” and “…blood all over”.

Crazy Jane continued: “The only way any of you can get away is if one of you wears my father’s boots. Oh, and does not forget to take me with him.”

“Darling,” said Clever John, you know I will. I will be happy to spend time with you twice.”

Then Crazy Jane gave Clever John two pairs of her father’s boots (she had stolen them from the Devil himself) and told him when and how the events would take place. Then she added another most important matter to her story: “Make sure you put these boots on the  legs of Rozinante. With their help, she will fly like Pegasus even with a double saddle on.”

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