“So I hear,” the old man said, and curled his lips in a shape that only resembled a smile.
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Baffu's First Story: Part Five
“Older brother, I need your advice,” he said. “You know I keep the peace out in the market. Well, now they’re asking me to settle disputes and I fear it won’t be long before I’m working your main line of business.”
“So I hear,” the old man said, and curled his lips in a shape that only resembled a smile.
“So I hear,” the old man said, and curled his lips in a shape that only resembled a smile.
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“Older brother, I need your advice,” he said. “You know I keep the peace out in the market. Well, now they’re asking me to settle disputes and I fear it won’t be long before I’m working your main line of business.”
“So I hear,” the old man said, and curled his lips in a shape that only resembled a smile.
“I’ve been reading everything I can find about the great judges,” Baffu said. “Right now I’m reading The Jurist Of Black And Gray.”
Doctors closed his eyes and shook his head. “Your granny must have some real trash in her library if you found that one.”
“I didn’t get it from her.”
“Well, throw it away.” Doctors opened his eyes again and shifted on his couch to face Baffu. “What case are you on?”
“I just finished the one about the student who lived over a restaurant. He’d eat his humble bowl of grubs each morning and night and smell the hot fat and aromatic spices cooking below him and the scent seasoned his food. One day he thanked the restauranteur for this; the man took him to court and sued him. The Justice Of Black And Gray had the student get ten coins of red-gold shell; when the young man brought them in to court the Justice had him cast them on the floor in front of the restauranteur. ‘There,’ he said. ‘You are paid for the smell of food with the sound of money.’ And then he sent the two on their way with an admonishment to live in harmony.”
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