Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

A few seasons after Ishur was two years old, one day in late autumn, early in the morning Ishur and his parents left the house and headed towards the house of the little lord, where the village harvest festival was opened.

During the day when parents are working in the field, etc., toddlers like Ishur are often kept in that house and taken care of by their youngest daughters in the house, old women living in the neighborhood, etc. My mother, Lucy, usually takes me, but my father Else is with me today.

I wondered if there was anything else in the Lords' Hall. It would be bare and I would continue along the path I had walked from my house with a slight increase in road width.

There were several houses and a plaza surrounded by trees that were never seen before, given to the walls of the castle. In the middle was a splendid roofed well and a stone tablet engraved with letters similar in shape to Russian, first seen by Ishur in his life.

Dozens or so of people gather in a bustling picture of the trees on the other side of it.

The Ishurs walked towards it.

Behind the gathering of the people, surrounded by trees, was a small temple-like building built of white stone.

Six square columns with fine longitudinal muscles stand to support the same stone roof on the front, covered by a beautifully shaped stone wall. The columns were divided to the left and right by three pieces, with space in the middle for one person to pass through, and behind the columns were rusty bronze doors.

The gathered villagers seemed to be waiting for something as they chatted.

"That, what?

Point to the building and ask my mother.

"Where God is."

My mother answers, but she doesn't explain it in detail because she's still a toddler. Every time, every time, it's pretty bad.

"Ishur, it's called cathedral. There are so many gods in that temple."

"Else, you don't know how hard it is for Ishl yet."

Lucy could not resist, but my father's explanation was invaluable. Not Christianity, of course, or Islam or Buddhism. Could it be said that it resembles an ancient Greek religion because of the design of the temple's appearance or its polytheism?

Eventually, from the lord's house, a tall man in the same white clothes, also an old man, about ten years old with the same clothes behind him and the like in both hands, walked ahead of an old man in middle meat with a small crown and something like a cane in one hand.

The villagers' chatter stopped.

The two taller old men open the door, and the boy enters with a candle inside, and sets it on fire by putting out something like a incense from the candle inside.

Behind you can see several statues of splendid sculptures that looked like gods. It's not that big in the temple, and if one lets a few people in, it's going to be full.

Eventually the boy came out with and the cleric, who had walked in the lead, went inside on his behalf and started praying.

The sound is creeping and I can't hear what you're saying to Ishur. The villagers knelt on their knees on the way.

The only thing standing is a young Ishur. Isaac or Melilla doesn't seem to be here.

In front of the temple, to the left and right of the door, a tall cleric and a boy with a cuckoo stand facing this side with his back to the temple.

I used to smell incense like I've smelled it somewhere before.

As I stood still, a tall old man standing to his right against the door turned his gaze. He broke his rough expression, did it, and smiled at Ishl with a familiar, naughty look as if he was even naughty.

The villagers are on their knees, and no one is watching the old man's face.

Eventually, when the clergyman's prayer was over and he came out of the temple, the villagers stood up one beat at a time.

When the priest sent two or three words with the villagers in front of him, he returned with the tall old man. And the boy of the remaining priest went into the temple again, and placed the temple before the statue of the god in the middle, and began to pray alone.

Is this the end of the ritual, the villagers scattering.

The Els also try to connect their hands with Ishur, but Ishur pulled his parents' hands and resisted.

"I want to see! I want to see it," he said, pulling his parents' hands intact and taking them to the front of the temple.

"… to give fruit of the five grains enriched by the remembrance of the Venerable God, to give fruit of the five grains enriched by the remembrance of the God of the waters of earthly fire, to grant protection of the Spirit, to give the world and to give thanks..."

I hear a little boy worship from inside the temple.

The content of the prayer will be something to thank God for the fruits of autumn and hope for next year's abundance. Whether the world changes or religion differs, it doesn't seem to make much difference.

Inside is a line of goddesses in the center, musical instruments and sceptres on the left and right, large sceptres like those held by wizards, and masculinity and goddesses with swords.

As the Ishurs stood at the entrance to the temple, the boy who was praying looked back and stood before them.

"I'm sorry. Get out of the way of prayer."

Else speaks to the boy.

"No. Not at all."

The boy responded to Else with an adult attitude and did his gaze to Ishl.

Smile and say, "Do you want to know about God? It's a good heart," he said, beginning to explain the statue of the gods in the temple.

In the middle, a statue of a goddess the size of a man is the Lord God, the God of the Sun, and Jerez is the God of abundance and salvation who created the heavens and the earth. On its left side, one smaller than the Lord God, followed by the night and the underworld, the goddess of the moon who presides over destiny, Lelia, on the surface of the moon the other day, on the side of a beautiful woman, next to it is Irbez with the Martial God, of poetry and music, of beauty and pleasure, of God who unites evil gods and evil demons, of the king who unites the Spirit, and on its right, I guess, of wind, fire, earth, gold, water, near the five-line worldview, of the statues of the gods.

The boy goes on to explain to Hing, Ishur, whose appearance is just a toddler, that it is obviously too difficult. Of course I can fully understand him, so I'd rather be thankful, but I can't remember everything at once until the names of the gods.

My parents also have a slightly troubled bitter smile. He also seemed to fit in by the time he spoke up about where to end the boy's description, which was getting longer.

Suddenly there was a voice coming from behind.

"Clerical apprentice, it's time to return to the mansion."

A tall cleric stood, laughing at Ishl just now.

"Uncle, today. Thank you very much for your time."

Else spoke to the cleric after a long encounter.

Uncle?

"Oh, Else."

The cleric smiles and turns to Else. I have also smiled at my mother and Ishur. With that smile on his face he immediately turned to the boy,

"Lunch is ready. I also have an afternoon job. Let's come," he said, greeting Else softly as he nodded, returning to the small lord's mansion with a frightening boy.

"Uncle, who?

Ask Else and Lucy a quick question.

"He who hits Else's father's brother. Ish's grandfather's brother."

"Hmm?"

I deliberately lean my neck slightly to return an ambiguous reply. My parents say, "Don't you get it yet?"

I mean, that little lord's house hits the relatives of Ishur's house. It's common in rural villages. I guess many residents of this village also have some kind of kinship with each other.

That also convinces me that I've been laughing at Ishl earlier. Not only because he is a young child, but also because he was someone who would hit Ishur's great uncle.

Hold hands with your parents and go straight home.

In the clear, high sky, a bird or a bird could be seen flying over the forest. Straw is dried by the way in the black fields where the wheat is pruned. I offer God a prayer of gratitude for my abundance, and it is time for fall to come to an end.

Ishur was somewhat light-hearted and pleasant.

Because in this world, at least in this village region, I didn't think there seemed to be any commandments that would be tough on faith.

I didn't see anything like an altar in that old man's little prank that hits Ishur's big uncle, in the villagers' light attitude, or in Ishur's house, nor did my parents pray every day.

I want to spare you heresy trials, witch hunting, etc. It was hard for me to live a life oppressed by a stiff commandment that was Japanese in the twenty-first century.

And I was also glad that little by little it became clear about this world.

It's a little strange for me, because it was a new world.