Knight Caterino

PROLOGUE

I

In a far away country (I have never managed to find it on any map) is a big and beautiful city. It sits on an enormous hill and is visible from afar. High thick walls surround it on all sides and one can enter or leave the city only through the gates protected by armed guards. There are many houses in the city and life is buzzing on its streets. People come here from all over the country in order to sell or to buy something. Certainly, the city cannot manage without travellers; they want to see, in their opinion, the largest city in the world. We know though that in the world there are cities considerably bigger. This, however, is not in question. The people of the city which I am telling you about consider that there is only one country in the world, the one in which they live. A few rebellious principalities on its outskirts are persistently unwilling to become subjects of this great country.

The city stands on the hill and its cobble-stoned streets either lead up or run down. Most of the people live below near the city gates and the houses are poorly constructed. Here boisterous merriment reigns. It sometimes seems that it is an eternal fair and show here. Even the soldiers here are always happy, talkative, and love to enjoy themselves very much. The merriment, however, begins to quiet down several blocks above. The houses are more solid and luxurious. These citizens slam their heavy doors in an unfriendly way and cast haughty looks at the merriment on the streets below. Prosperous townsfolk live here. They keep many servants and ride in expensive coaches. The more splendid the coach, the more horses harnessed to it, and the richer and more notable its owner. The moneybags love to brag about their status to each other. They do not like to walk, however, and only ride in their coaches, hence all of them are either very fat or very thin. The people on the lower streets, when no police officers are beside them, laugh at the rich on the sly.

After passing the rich blocks, one can see a beautiful fairytale park surrounded by patterned iron railings and watched by guards with halberds. The richest townspeople with special passes enter the park through the gate and stroll along white sandy paths past fountains and ponds where snow-white swans swim. Everywhere grow carefully pruned trees and bushes and very many flowers. The noise of the merriment from the lower streets does not reach here.

In the depth of the park looms a gloomy palace, or more precisely, a castle, because it has too few windows for a palace. Here reigns complete despondency. Courtiers and grim guards in iron armours walk along the enormous gloomy halls. No one laughs and everyone talks only in a whisper. A tower stands on the highest part of the hill and one can see almost the whole country from it – dense forest, deep rivers, cities and knightly castles, large villages and lonely cabins, and quite far away, the huge bulk of a mountain with its snowy peaks resting against the sky. Sometimes tiny glimpses of fire are visible there at night when a dragon takes off on a hunt.

Long, long ago the great architect Walter built this tower from blocks of white marble and covered the roof with a thin layer of gold. The beauty of the tower amazes everybody. Walter died and a conflict immediately started around his creation. One prince took possession of the tower. He added his castle to the tower but this made his castle look like a deformed dwarf standing up next to a beautiful princess in a wedding dress. Later the tower and the castle frequently changed owners. Haughty barons and good fairies lived here. Even the elf king took up residence once. He surrounded the castle with a magnificent park. Five hundred years ago, after the elf king’s time, a city began to grow here.

The Sovereign appeared next. No one knew from where he came. This person turned out to be omnipotent. He subdued the dragons. None of the knights could oppose him and the wars, which had continued for almost a thousand years, ended. The Sovereign established strict laws and began to rule over the entire country.

The Sovereign settled in Walter’s tower alone, almost in seclusion. Only several loyal servants and guards were there with him. The courtiers who lived in the castle were rarely allowed into the tower. The Sovereign lived in the highest part of the tower where he could keep an eye on everything that was happening in his realm.

The people gazed at the tower with fear and respect and called it the White Tower.

II

Once on a bright summer day the Sovereign was sitting regally on the throne in the main hall of the White Tower. He was very old and decrepit. His hands gripped a heavy staff with an eagle carved from dragon bone topping the gold knob. A magnificent crown was restingon the Sovereign’s head.

Once on a bright summer day the Sovereign was sitting regally on the throne in the main hall of the White Tower. He was very old and decrepit. His hands gripped a heavy staff with an eagle carved from dragon bone topping the gold knob. A magnificent crown was resting on the Sovereign’s head.

The Sovereign was gloomy and sullen this day; he was usually this way and he never smiled. On this day, the Sovereign was particularly out of sorts. The bright sun in the blue sky among the carefree clouds spoiled the Sovereign’s mood even more: he preferred the dusk and the coolness of rains. In this country, however, it rained very rarely.

“Send for my chief minister Gargulio!” ordered the Sovereign. Gargulio, a portly squab with shifty eyes, then appeared before the stern gaze of the Sovereign. Gargulio was extremely uneasy because his lord had not summoned him for three whole years. “What does the great Sovereign want to say to his loyal servant?” Gargulio asked in a trembling voice. The first minister tried not to show how tired he was when he hurried to appear before his lord. On the contrary, he was all lit up with pride that the Sovereign had remembered him.

“Listen, Gargulio,” the Sovereign began gravely, “I’ve become quite old.” “What do you mean you are old?!” exclaimed the first minister. “Don’t interrupt!” the Sovereign became furious. “I’ll be a thousand soon. That means I must die. For five hundred years I have ruled the country, the people, and other creatures that settled on this land. Now the end for me has come. Yes, the end!” The Sovereign sighed and clutched the staff even firmer with crooked fingers. The first minister listened to him with bated breath.

“But the country will not be left without a ruler!” shouted the Sovereign and, after striking the staff against the floor, had a fit of coughing right then. “I will leave an heir.” “Oh, great Sovereign!” Gargulio yelled, having fallen onto his knees. “Who indeed is the lucky person who will take the place of so great a wizard?” “You don’t know him.” Gargulio was dismayed there and then: in the depth of his soul, he had hoped that the Sovereign would make him the heir. “He’s still not known to anyone,” continued the Sovereign. “Not even to me.” He said the last two words quite quietly, only to himself, then again spoke loudly, “Listen to my order.” Gargulio bent his back in a servile bow.

“Exactly at midnight,” the Sovereign’s hoarse voice became quiet and mysterious, “go into the Garden of the Elf King and find the pond in the growth of willows. Go up to the shore and stand next to the mermaid statue, after that you’ll blow this whistle three times.” The Sovereign handed a crystal whistle on a silver chain to the stunned minister and concluded, “And say to all who arrive at your call, ‘He who owns your freedom awaits you.’ Memorized?” Gargulio nodded. “Then go.”

That night a frightened Gargulio (he was very afraid of the dark) made his way along the park while lighting the way with a dim lantern. Finally, he found the necessary pond and the mermaid statue. With trembling hands the butterball put the whistle to his chubby lips, and three melodious sounds disturbed the silence of the night. The willows began to shake their branches and the water in the pond was set in motion as if small fishes in it had started to dance in a ring. Gargulio even sat down in fright.

Suddenly a soft blue light lit up everything in this pitch darkness. Gargulio saw how five beautiful swans, as white as the fresh snow at New Year, glided along the water directly to him. The swans stopped in their tracks several steps from the man and their leader glanced sternly, solemnly, and a little sadly at Gargulio.

On seeing that no one besides the swans had appeared, the man turned to the birds with the words already known to us, “He who owns your freedom awaits you!” Having heard this, the swans anxiously flapped their wings on the water, splashing Gargulio with a fountain of sprays. Only the leader remained calm and majestically proud. It bent its neck elegantly and sighed like a human.

The thunderstruck Gargulio saw how the birds lifted off after taking a running start. Having stretched out into a wedge and made a smooth circle above the water, they soared upward to the White Tower. They very quickly became barely discernible points. Nevertheless, Gargulio managed to make out the birds flying into the window of the throne hall where, in all likelihood, the Sovereign was waiting for them.

The first minister opened his mouth in amazement and looked at the crystal whistle. The magic whistle had disappeared as if it had dissolved in the air. The blue light had also faded and it became dark as in a cellar. After crying out in terror, Gargulio raced as fast as he could to the park exit. The astonished guards watched as he took off from the park as if a fire were lit under him and, whimpering from fear, jumped into the coach which had been waiting for him for a long time. After some time Gargulio came to his senses. It then seemed to him that he saw a flock of birds, bathed in moonlight, flying out of the Sovereign’s window to the east.

III

Grandpa and his two grandsons were sitting with fishing rods on the shore of the lake and waiting for sunrise. Grandfather was smoking a very big pipe and the boys, not moving, were watching the floats.

The sun emerged from below the horizon. It was so bright that grandpa and the grandsons screwed up their eyes. Then the strangest thing that could possibly happen took place. A strong whirlpool appeared in the lake. The height of the funnel gradually increased and it began to resemble a waterspout. Swans suddenly took off from the exposed bottom in the middle of the lake – real swans, the kind that swim in the ponds of zoos and royal castles in Andersen’s fairy tales. [1] Five white swans shot up into the sky and after circling above the lake which had returned to its shores, flew in the direction of the sun. When they were out of sight, peace and quiet reigned again.

“Ah-h!” escaped simultaneously from the boys and grandfather. Moreover, the old man let out so much smoke from his pipe that his grandsons coughed.

IV

When the topnotch pilot, Ivan Ivanovich Speechmaker, guided his Fulcrum [2] into the next loop, he saw something that almost blew his mind. His suddenly sweaty hands nearly let go of the controls. In front of him at an altitude of five thousand metres flew a flock of birds similar to large geese. The birds were flapping their wings slowly and smoothly but the pilot Speechmaker in the speediest aircraft in the world could not overtake them. The pilot increased his speed. He broke the sound barrier in a few seconds and caught up with the birds. No matter how he tried, however, the pilot could not outrun the flock of five white swans. “What the devil!” cursed the pilot. Suddenly it dawned on him. “But indeed this can’t be. It can’t be!”

What had Speechmaker not seen in the sky in hundreds of flights! He had seen flying saucers, which, after winking slyly, immediately disappeared into outer space, and sluggish airships similar to well-fed piglets. Once he even saw an octopus in a huge glass jar floating across the sky.

Speechmaker understood that the sky was not only for aircrafts and always reported his sightings in detail. Each time his chief General Barrel exclaimed indignantly, “Listen, Speechmaker, why only you see such things? Neither Major Hohum nor Colonel Insipid ever comes across anything in the clouds. But then Captain Speechmaker has seen everything in the sky except perhaps his own mother!” The General could not be angry with Speechmaker for long because he was the best pilot in his squadron. However, he had not been promoted for a long time because of his eccentricities.

Friends laughed at Speechmaker and said, “Well, brother, come on! Such tall tales even Baron Münchhausen [3] could not tell. Maybe write a book about you? A suitable h2 would be: The Wonder Tales of Captain Speechmaker.” Ivan Ivanovich was very offended by this and swore not to tell anything similar in the future. Nevertheless, after several flights he again came across something farfetched in the sky and all began anew.

Yet, Speechmaker had never seen anything like today. The spectacle of swans flying at supersonic speed was just too unusual and not only that! The swans began to overtake the pride of Russian aviation – the Fulcrum. Ivan Ivanovich could not stand this. The daring and talented pilot, the hero of the riskiest flights and experiments started to cry. He decided that he probably had gone insane and was seeing hallucinations.

The swans calmly pulled ahead without any effort and flew to the east towards the sun.

Chapter One ALONE AT HOME

“I depend on you,” said Papa, when he and Mama sat down in the car. “Everything will be fine!” Kate assured him. “I won’t take my eyes off him.” This was said about her younger brother who was standing beside her. In answer the boy stuck his tongue out at his sister but in such a way that their parents would not notice.

“Kate, Gene.” Mama looked pleadingly at the children. “Swear that you won’t fight.” “But we already promised!” the girl exclaimed impatiently. “All the same, swear,” insisted Mama. “I’m certain that as soon as we disappear beyond the turn, you’ll instantly start to fight.” “Okay, I swear,” the girl reluctantly agreed. “For some reason I’m sure that they’ll live perfectly in peace and harmony without us,” said Papa. “Really, just two days! Tell me, son, am I right?” “Of course, Papa, I’ll be good. I swear!” Gene had learned to win over almost all adults with his wide smile.

Mom sighed. The time had come to say goodbye. Tears appeared in her eyes. This was indeed the first time in her life that she had left the children alone. Papa tried to appear calm but it was obvious that he too was worried. Finally, the farewell ritual was over and the car, after tossing up dust on the road, disappeared beyond the turn. The children sighed with relief. Indeed! What effort they had to put in to convince their parents to leave home and leave them alone!

Although Mama and Papa were leaving the children alone for all of a couple of days, they felt like criminals. It was necessary to go, however, because the matter concerned the wellbeing of their family. In the two days, granted by the chief of Papa’s company, Papa had to correct the error, because of which the business turned out to be in a difficult position. The children never got the details but one thing was clear – Papa and Mama had to go to some settlement over fifty kilometres from the city and negotiate with someone there. What about? The children clearly did not understand this either.

Only one thing made the children uneasy – they had never been parted from their parents (not counting summer camp for Kate) but they assured friends that it would be awfully interesting. This is why the parents’ problems not only did not distress them but also even pleased them slightly. Independence promised so many delights!

Papa and Mama, however, were torn between parental and office duties. Mama had to go with Papa because she was his chief assistant. Indeed many parents leave their children alone for a day or two and nothing happens! Unfortunately, it was not the case in this family. Kate and Gene – sister and brother – did not get along at all. You may say, this cannot be! Alas, it is this way.

Kate was eleven and Gene, seven. The difference in age, however, did not prevent them from carrying on a real war between themselves. Certainly, it was a tragedy for the parents but they could do nothing. No matter how often they punished, scolded, tried to persuade and urge the children, nothing helped. The children continued to fight and bicker over every little thing. The children’s screams and tears, bruises and bumps tormented the parents. Now they were being left alone together.

When the children had been left alone, they immediately wanted to fight again. “Do up your sandals,” Kate ordered her brother. “Leave me alone!” he waved her off. “I won’t!” Kate had been appointed as the senior and she immediately felt all the charm of authority. “You promised to obey me so do what I say!”

Gene looked at his sister with hatred. He got down on his knees and began to do up the straps slowly. He was waiting for the sister’s patience to run out. It was her way to have patience. Gene could not bear it and groaned, “Help me.” This was a clever manoeuvre but Kate guessed her brother’s intention. She wanted to give him a good kick but kept herself in control and fastened the ill-fated clasps.

This time Gene and Kate did not fight. They did not fight for two more hours. When they got home, both started to be busy with their own things. Kate started to read a book about the adventures of a girl Alice, and Gene scattered his toys all over the room and set up a battle between the beasts and the dolls. He purposely tried to play noisily in order to bother his sister but she did not pay him any attention because she was captivated by the space adventures of the girl from the future.

“Read aloud!” Gene suddenly demanded. The last thing in the world Kate wanted now was to read aloud. “This book is not for you,” she answered, not taking her eyes off the page. “Why?” “You’re still little.” Nothing so upset the boy as these words from his sister. “Fool!” he fired maliciously. “Little and foolish.” Kate decided to tease her little brother. “You want to fight? Let’s! But consider, you started first.” “I need you!” “Then shut up!” “Didn’t ask you!”

Suddenly, both were silent because they remembered that they always started a squabble with precisely such words. Kate was older, and all the blame for the quarrel would lie on her. “Okay, Gene,” she said conciliatorily. “Already late; let’s have supper.” “Fine, let’s eat.”

Gene rejoiced that he had turned out to be the winner of this skirmish. He understood that his sister did not want to appear as the party at fault so he decided to bring her to a furious state and then retreat. He also did not want to become the instigator of an argument, or worse, a fight – although he could.

Do you think these children would respect and obey their parents? No, they were disobedient and now and then drove their unhappy parents almost to heart attacks. This time, however, they had given an oath and they had never done this earlier. From the stories of their parents and from books and movies, they knew that God, fate, or someone else would severely punish whoever broke any oath. Kate and Gene were afraid of becoming oath-breakers; therefore, they tried not to step over the boundary beyond which a quarrel would begin.

What happened next? Kate prepared supper. She was an independent girl. Gene tried to make trouble at the table. “Not tasty!” he stated while picking at the food on the plate. Mama in Kate’s place would start to assure the son that everything was very tasty, healthy, and nourishing. Kate, however, quietly said, “You don’t like it, you don’t eat.” There was nothing left for Gene to do but to resign himself.

Gene silently ate his supper and demanded to have the TV on. Kate had nothing against that; otherwise, why did they so long to be left at home alone? Certainly it was to have fun and do what they were not allowed to normally; for example, watch evening programs on TV.

Kate again decided to demonstrate her authority. “First pick up your toys,” she said sternly. “Why?” Gene was sincerely surprised. “You haven’t washed the dishes.” He was right. Kate had forgotten to do this. She bit her lip in annoyance but decided not to give up. “I’ll wash now and you pick up the toys.” “I don’t think so.” “Then I won’t turn on the TV.” “I’ll turn it on myself.” “I won’t let you.”

A quarrel was brewing. The children understood this but they were already tired of keeping the peace and they continued the skirmish. “What can you do to me?” There was no stopping Gene. “I’ll send you to bed and watch an interesting movie myself.” “Won’t work!” “Why is that?” “Because!”

In the depth of her soul, Kate understood that there was actually nothing she could do in this situation. She decided to take a different approach. “Okay, Gene,” she said in a sly voice. “Do you want me to take you to the zoo tomorrow?” The boy’s eyes sparkled. The proposal was very tempting. “You don’t say!” he exclaimed. “Of course I do!” “Then pick up the toys.” “Okay,” Gene agreed.

The first day without their parents ended peacefully. The brother and sister were glued to the TV for almost two hours; Papa and Mama would have gone out of their minds if they found out about this. Then Gene and Kate brushed their teeth and went to bed.

Chapter Two THE FIGHT AT THE ZOO