Every Boy Should Have a Man

In ancient days there was an oaf of great renown sent to the eastern tribes from the great creator above because they were pious and did follow the tenets of great scripture.

And Uulf, son of oaf and angel, ventured into the dark provinces of the west seeking after their wenches of fairest countenance.

When two oafs of the west were sent out against him, he slew them both with one hand.

And then four were sent out against him and he slew all four with his two hands.

And then six were sent out against him and he slew all six with his two hands and a foot.

And then eight were sent out against him and he slew all eight with both hands and both feet.

And they asked themselves, What are we going to do about this? And they sent out ten and he said, Well, I’m all out of limbs. Now I must unsheathe my sword.

And so he did. And they all fell. All in all, on that day he slew thirty oafs of the west, twenty with his hands and feet and ten on the point of his sword.

And he dwelled among the tribes of the west for forty days. He reveled among them and made trouble by day, and at night he frolicked with their wenches. And in between he played the songs of the east on his wing-ed harp, for he was a great lover of music.

And no oaf among them dared to lift the sword against him though he insulted them by singing songs of love for the tribes of the east while in the halls of the west.

And when Uulf finally returned to the east, the great King Hrdrada said to his lords, I have never seen an oaf mighty like this! Bring him to me. He shall lead our armies to victory against the west. Did I hear correctly that he slew thirty while dwelling among them?

But when he came before the king, he told them, No, I shall not slay an oaf for silver, nor banner, nor king, unless it pleases me.

But we are at war, cried the great king. If we do not fight we shall be enslaved by the west.

Then fight your war! Uulf answered. But I shall not be slave to silver, nor banner, nor king — be he king of the west or king of the east. This war began before I was born and it shall be here at my end.

He would not hear another word from the great king, and he began to play his wing-ed harp, for as you know, he was a great lover of music.

He played to his delight, and no oaf among them dared lift a sword against him though he insulted them by playing the songs of the west in the royal palace of the east.

And this insult angered the great and crafty King Hrdrada. In his wrath he whispered to his lords, If Uulf won’t go to the war, we’ll bring the war to him.

And the king ordered his lords to bring the war to Uulf’s house. During a bloody skirmish when the soldiers of the east saw the tide of battle turning against them, their lords ordered them not to surrender, but to retreat to the village where stood the house of Uulf and his old mother.

When the noise of battle awoke Uulf, he quickly hid his mother under a bed. Then he unsheathed his sword and went outside.

Uulf slew 144 on the point of his sword. When the soldiers of the west saw what was happening, they made a hasty retreat.

And the east cried, With Lord Uulf leading us we are assured of victory, for he is mighty in battle.

And they rewarded him with five shield bearers, ten luf’tnts, a hundred female mans to be sacrificed, a hundred wenches of fairest countenance, and a thousand pieces of silver.

But he immediately released the luf’tnts of their obligation to him and he sent them back into the war under other lords;

Likewise, he released the shield bearers and he divided the female mans among them and ordered that they not be sacrificed, for he was a lover of mans;

He also released the wenches of fairest countenance and divided five hundred pieces of silver among them;

He gave the remaining five hundred pieces of silver to his mother.

And he told the crafty and great King Hrdrada, I know what you have done, and I am wise to you. I know it was you who brought the war to the house of my mother. I know that you are implying a threat to her life if I do not do as you ask. I understand that I cannot always be there to protect her from your eternal wars and from you. So I shall do as you ask and lead your armies of the east in battle by day. However, I shall sleep in the houses of the west at night.

And Uulf led the soldiers of the east against the west by day and did slay many, but he slept in the houses of the west at night.

And there was nothing that anyone could do, for Uulf was sent by the great creator and his strength and valor were without equal on earth.

The king of the west, Olentzlero, was brother to the king of the east, Hrdrada. Olentzlero was greatly troubled by Uulf’s insult to him and to his brother, as well as his frolicking at night, which corrupted the morals of the young. Now, this king was wise in his ways. He sent a lord to the house in the west where Uulf slept at night with his wenches. The lord, who arrived with a company of ten oafs, said to Uulf, Come with me, for the great king has a gift for you.

Uulf followed him to a cave. When he went inside the cave the lord and his oafs quickly rolled a large stone to block the entrance. They heard a great noise inside the cave in which they had hidden a great heagle and a great snake. Now this, they said, is the end of Uulf. But after the noise of battle had ended, Uulf pushed away the stone and emerged from the cave wearing the feathers of the heagle as a hat and the skin of the snake as a belt.

He told them, Thank your great king for his gifts. I find them much to my delight.

Then he slew the lord and his ten oafs with his sword.

The next day, he wore the hat of the heagle’s feathers and the belt of the skin of the snake; and leading the oafs of the east against them, he slew a hundred in battle.

The next night the dark king sent a lord to the house wherein Uulf slept with his wenches. The lord said to Uulf, Come with me, my friend, for the great king has another gift for you.

Nodding, Uulf followed him and his company of twenty to a cave. When he went inside the lord and his oafs rolled a large stone to block its entrance. They heard a great noise inside the cave wherein they had hidden a great wulf and a great beo. Now certainly, they said, he cannot prevail against a wulf and a beo. But after the noise of battle had ended, Uulf pushed away the stone and emerged wearing the fur of the wulf as shoes and the fur of the beo as a cloak.

To the lord he said, Thank your great king for his gifts — now I have a cloak and shoes to match my hat and belt.

Then he slew the lord and his twenty oafs at the point of the sword.

The next day he wore the shoes of the wulf’s fur and the cloak of the beo’s fur along with his hat of the heagle’s feathers and his belt of the snake’s skin, and he slew two hundred more in battle.

The next night the dark King Olentzlero sent another lord to the house in the west wherein slept Uulf with his three immoral wenches. The lord said unto Uulf, Come with me, if you dare, for the great king has another gift for you. This lord had a hundred oafs with him.

Uulf followed him to a dark cave. When he went inside the cave the lord and his oafs rolled a large stone over its entrance. And they heard a great noise inside the cave in which they had hidden a beautiful wench with poison in her mouth. When they rolled away the stone they discovered that the noise was the miserable cry of Uulf.

I went to kiss her, Uulf said, and she spit in my eyes and now I am blind. Tell your king he has brought down great Uulf!

King Olentzlero had Uulf put in chains and made him a slave in the west.

By day he would grind corn in their mill, and by night on a perfumed bed of feathers he would grind in sacred union with the king’s hundred daughters.

Many paid ten pieces of silver to watch his grinding by day. And they played furious music on the wing-ed harp as they laughed.

A hundred pieces of silver was paid by a select few to watch his grinding by night. And they played furious music on the wing-ed harp while they marveled.

The great creator came to Uulf in a dream. Will you not fight in my army, my child? he said.

Uulf answered, But they have made me blind, lord.

When you had eyes, you could not see, the great creator said. It is I who have made you blind so that you can see. Open your eyes and tell me what you see.

Uulf opened his eyes within his dream and said, I see an army of wenches greater than all the armies of the west, and they have enslaved your people.

The great creator said, These are the daughters of King Olentzlero, who carry your seed, an army that will grow up to enslave my people.

Uulf understood the dream and he said, I will fight in your army. I am your warrior.

When he awoke from the dream, evening had become night and the hundred daughters of the king had come to him to be grinded. He grinded them indeed. He grinded them with his hands until each was dead and his seed within her.

Only one daughter escaped and cried out for the soldiers of the west to come quickly.

Uulf, though blind, reached out into his darkness with hands that were guided by the great creator and he slew a hundred of them.

They called for one hundred archers, for after seeing that, no oaf dared approach him.

The archers let fly one hundred arrows, ninety-nine of which hit their mark, but Uulf was not undone.

And when the hundredth arrow hit its mark, Uulf, the son of oaf and angel, earth-son of the great creator, breathed his last breath.

It took one hundred arrows to slay him, they marveled. Indeed, he was the greatest of the great creator’s warriors.

All in all, in his lifetime of battles against the west and revelry, Uulf slew more than 5,000.

The girl who was not slain with her sisters by Lord Uulf’s righteous hand, Grietjel, the firstborn daughter of Olentzlero the Mighty, king of the west, gave birth to a son who grew to be an oaf of great size, the tallest oaf on earth because an oaf had given birth to a child of Uulf, the earth-son of the great creator.

Gerwargerulf was a monstrous monster, this boy, but brave and strong. He became a lord in his grandfather’s armies two years before his full maturity because he was an oaf of great valor and strength — the strongest ever, after Uulf.

Like Uulf, he was a lover of the wing-ed harp. He practiced on it all day when he was not in battle — and he was a ferocious warrior who killed hundreds of oafs from the east single-handedly.

And there came a day after a battle in the east that the giant oaf dismissed his soldiers and went alone to a small hill to think about songs to play on his wing-ed harp, for this was his true passion, not war, which he only did as an occupation.

While he was deep in contemplation, Gerwargerulf heard a child’s voice. The boy was singing a song so sweetly!

When he peeped over the hill, he saw a boy of about eight dressed in the garments of his enemy the east.

The boy was there with a girl of about the same age, who was also from the east. He was singing to her a song he must have composed, for on occasion he would change a phrase and ask her if she liked it better that way.

This went on for some time until Gerwargerulf heard the boy amend a phrase that was excellent and he blurted out: No, child! Keep it the way it was before!

The two children from the east looked up and saw the awful head of Gerwargerulf. He was twice the size of any oaf they had ever seen. They quickly got up and ran away, fearing for their lives.

Monster! Monster! they screamed.

This made Gerwargerulf very sad, for he was a sensitive oaf, a true lover of music, and he did not wish to be feared.

For the rest of his life Gerwargerulf kept the boy’s song in his head and always wondered whether the child had settled for the better phrasing or the lesser. From time to time, he would hum the boy’s tune and modify it to his liking.

He told himself: This war will be over soon and when it is, I am going to find that child and sing to him my version of his song. I am certain he will like it, for I have improved it in a way that honors his heart song!

Gerwargerulf would imagine the boy from the east and himself traveling the earth together as musicians.

It was four years later, so the boy would be about eleven, maybe twelve.

At that point Gerwargerulf had killed over three hundred oafs of the east, though as a sensitive lover of peace, he had mourned every death as a great loss to oafenkind.

At long last there came a day when he was called into a meeting with the lords of the west and they told him what he had waited so long to hear: The war will be over tomorrow.

A delighted Gerwargerulf said, Are you certain? How is this to be accomplished?

Well, music boy, they kidded him, it will be over with the death of one small oaf.

A delighted Gerwargerulf prodded, How? Tell me how.

They said, You will engage in battle tomorrow against a champion from the east. His name is Wiftet and the enemy claims that he is a fierce warrior blessed by the great creator with great gifts. However, our spies say that he is a mere boy with no great gifts at all.

We believe that the east is weary of war and they are sending the lad to be sacrificed so that it might end.

You, great son of Uulf — music boy, they laughed good-naturedly — have been chosen to do the honors.

Make it a good kill, they shouted, for king and creator!

A good kill, a delighted Gerwargerulf echoed, for king and creator!

On the day of the battle, Gerwargerulf was dressed in full and resplendent armor.

He had a broadsword, a tall feathered helmet with visor, and a stately shield bearer who bore his mighty shield.

Trumpets blared as the oafs of the west gathered behind their giant champion.

Then trumpets on the opposite side of the battlefield blared as the champion from the east appeared, and the oafs from the west did hoo and haw in their laughter.

Indeed, it was a small boy — an oaf of eleven, maybe twelve, wearing no armor but a tunic of war so large for him that it gathered at his feet and dragged on the ground. In his hands were his weapons: a few smooth whispering stones and a sling.

Gerwargerulf cried aloud: How pathetic! They have sent a boy with pebbles to pester me! He’s no bigger than a little man man. Come, then, little man man. Come and taste of death!

He had a good belly laugh as the boy with the handful of pebbles began to run toward him.

Everyone on the west shook with jibes and laughter, while everyone on the east held a collective breath.

Great Gerwargerulf raised his great sword and thundered in his gait toward the boy.

One last death, one last good kill, and this war will be over, thought the great oaf Lord Gerwargerulf, and then his ears picked up something.

The boy was singing.

It was familiar music. It was the song!

This was the boy who had composed the song!

Gerwargerulf halted his charge and lifted his helmet to get a better look at the boy.

Indeed it was he! Wiftet was the boy! Oh what a great day!

In his joy, Gerwargerulf, the player of the wing-ed harp, was not reminded that he was in battle.

But Wiftet, the little singer of songs, did fit a smooth whispering stone into his sling and let fly.

As Gerwargerulf was shouting most joyously, You are the boy that I have been longing to see! the whispering stone guided by the hand of the great creator struck him in the forehead a mighty blow, which cracked his monstrous skull.

The giant oaf Gerwargerulf, the greatest oaf who ever lived, collapsed to his knees, teetered for a moment, and then fell forward into the earth.

Cheers rang out from the east and died away into the vacuum of stunned silence on the west.

But Gerwargerulf was not dead yet, only dying, for when the boy Wiftet went to him with the sword given to him by the king of the east to sever the head of the giant, he heard these words that no one else could hear:

Bend down low and listen to me, great singer of songs.

And little Wiftet bent down low, and these were the words the dying Gerwargerulf said to him:

I am he who frightened you that day by the hill, but I was only trying to hear your beautiful heart song.

Live long, music boy, and give much music to the world.

For the world needs the goodness of song.

Kill only if it brings peace as my death has brought peace.

And thus did die the greatest oaf who ever lived.

The great Gerwargerulf.

Thus did die the son of mighty Uulf, earth-son of the great creator.

Lord Gerwargerulf, the only one and the last one of his kind.

The great singer of songs, Gerwargerulf.

And little Wiftet did sever great Gerwargerulf’s head with the sword given to him by King Hrdrada.

And the forty-year war between the east and the west came to an end at last.

And all oafs were again united as one tribe under one standard.

And when little Wiftet grew up and became king, a period of peace and prosperity did follow, the likes of which has never been seen before nor since, for he did rule with the goodness of music in his heart.

And when Wiftet died, his twin sons Euphus and Wiftet the younger battled over the royal seat, and there was war, for the earth was again divided into halves and ruled by two brothers with opposite ideals.

It has been this way ever since.

There is a flower, a common flower, and they all pass it by;

There is a flower, a common flower, with only a thousand, upon a thousand, just the same;

There is a flower, a flower most rare, on the side of a high mountain, and they climb, they climb the mountain, to pick the flower most rare;

They fall, fall from the mountain, to their black graves below, but they climb, climb the mountain, to get the flower so rare;

At last they get, get the flower, the flower that is most rare, and they clutch, clutch the flower, it is a beauty so rare;

The flower, the flower, the flower is love, and it is a beauty so rare.

An oaf am I, and I cannot change, but I do my goodness do;

And my brother says, He is evil, can’t you see?

And I do my goodness do, and goodness comes back to me;

But when they ask my brother he says, He is evil, can’t you see?

I plant the seed in season, and feed the hungry and the poor,

I bless my friends with kindness, and forgive my enemies.

And when I ask my brother he says, You’re not evil, can’t you see?

When I ask my brother he says, I am evil, Can’t you see?

When I ask my brother he says, I am jealous of you.