At this moment, interest in my personal history practically does not exist. Only here and there do a few mentions of me sprout up. But those are just Grossman’s memories; he has more than he needs. This time and place, among other things, is flooded with memories. In spite of everything, I am writing my history because only one who has no history has the right to write it. Everyone else is biased. In the same way — he thinks best who thinks not at all. Every thought is evil. Father Albert, my confessor, told me that, and I learned it by heart. Sometimes I do not think anything for a few days. I swing on my throne, dully staring at the deer antlers on the wall, and my courtiers pass by on their tiptoes and the rumor spreads: the king is thinking. It is simply hard to believe the extent to which people will be ass-kissers. When I, for example, stabilized my power, touched by one of Grossman’s memories of the years spent in the kitchen, I bequeathed the title of baron to all my kitchen boys, all thirty-five of them. And so the dishwashers became great noblemen. All day long they sit in the taverns, gorging themselves, drinking, pinching the waitresses. Just like in that drawing by Gottfried of Mainz, Wheel of Fortune. However, they have become too decadent. The power has gone to their heads. I hear they are raising a conspiracy to overthrow me. They figure: if he, that is I, can become king without any title whatsoever, why shouldn’t we, the noblemen? But Grossman is preparing our revenge. I am going to send them all back to the kitchen. I will have several of them shot, if gunpowder has reached Europe by then. If not, I will have their heads chopped off. Still, shooting would be more effective as a novelty. It is not a bad idea once in a while to burn a witch or two at the stake, or to hold a public execution. The people love to kill but they do not have the legal right to do so, so a reasonable king has to order an execution now and then, just to allow for some relief and to preserve law and order. Otherwise, I do not believe in witches, though Grossman does. If you believe in anything other than God you become a heretic. But I am tolerant toward heretics as well. This is my doctrine: if all men are sinful, no one knows God, and therefore all theologies are heretical. Short and simple. And that’s why my kingdom is a sanctuary for heretics. They come under my auspices from all over. I am practically the forerunner of democracy. Not long ago, just in from Paris from where they had fled persecution, some Bicyclists arrived. Or something like that. I entertained their leader, Joseph Ferrarius and he showed me a clay tablet, a relic of theirs and a translation of it which I offer here in Grossman’s version of it:*
THE BOOK OF JAVAN THE SON OF NAHOR
The words of Javan, the son of Nahor, to those yet unborn.
Coming from the east to the land of the Seran, I settled with my brethren, sons and flocks; and our wealth multiplied and we dwelled in harmony with the other tribes.
And behold, builders came from elsewhere, master masons; and they lit a great fire and began to bake bricks of clay, saying: Come, let us build a tower reaching into the sky. We shall take refuge in it from the beasts of the field and winds and floods. And above us shall… (text missing)… into the ages.
And in the sand did they draw a rather large tower. And the tower was broad at the base and a stairway wound about it like a snake, and its top did disappear in the clouds. And on the tower were gardens and streams and other beauties of the earth.
And in the seventh year of building, I slept and a dream I did dream: behold, a wheel was on the ground… (text missing)… in form and with the device the wheels were like… and both were equal and in form with the device it seemed that one was behind the other.
And whence the spirit did go, there went the wheels and when the spirit did fly so did they also rise, because the spirit was on wheels.
And behold, a terrible light did blind me and I heard a voice saying unto me: “Javan, open your eyes and behold the tower that you also are building.” And I opened my eyes and beheld the tower as it rose into the heavens, and its walls were as of glass and deep inside it could I see.
And at the bottom of the tower I saw a multitude kneeling before false priests and each of them was confessing his sufferings to a priest and telling him the desires and thoughts of his heart.
And the priests said: Be not afraid. We… (text missing)… when you confess the thoughts of your hearts to us, we will make you happy and you will live long.
And behold, those who desired to sin, they gathered together on one floor and did sin together, male with male and female with female; and a stench rose into the heavens and it was a torture to behold.
And those who wanted to go to war and to do battle, the priests did send them to the floor above. And that floor was barren and without grass, and here did they go to war and kill one another, and blood flowed up to their knees. And from above did the priests watch the battle and laugh.
And the drunkards did lie in a luscious garden and drink wine, and they spoke blasphemous words that were a torture to hear.
And behold, the peaceful and hardworking people at the very bottom of the tower, digging and plowing, and gathering the fruits of the field, they took them to the priests. But unruly guards did come out bearing whips and began beating all who raised their voice. And they cried: Is this why we have raised the tower, for you to tear it down?
And deeper, in the center of the tower, I beheld horrible sights such as my eyes never saw even in dreams. Sons murdered their fathers and lay with their mothers; and women were riding men. And I saw many more awful things which I know not how to describe.
And again I was blinded by a light and the tower disappeared and I heard a voice commanding me: Javan, repent. Take your brethren and your sons and flee to the north.
But before you set off, make a tablet of clay and on it write an account of what you have seen and heard. And at the bottom of the tablet, press in this seal of our secret testament.
And before my eyes appeared a seal which looked like those wheels of fire and between them the letter Daleth of fire as well.
And then the voice said to me: You should know, this tower will I destroy and it will be raised again and again I will tear it down, and then all be will one and all.
And behold, I was immediately awake, and in my hand was a tablet into which I pressed the seal of our secret testament, as I was told, two wheels of fire and the letter Daleth of fire.