The master's anger

"Everything is all right at home. Nothing much has happened. Only Berhaoto, a bareheaded slave, tore his clothes and cried, 'My master! 'I asked him what had happened, and he said:' His Lordship and his friends were all killed by the falling wall. '"

"Just now he came to me crying and telling me that all the family was dead." "My master turned around and saw me standing by with my turban torn to shreds and my face covered with tears and dust. He shouted angrily," Damn you, my slave! See what you have done!

"My Lord! You can't punish me, because that's my fault. You are not unaware that I tell a lie once a year, and this time I tell only half of it. Well, at the end of the year I'll do the next half, to make a complete one."

"Son of a bitch! You are a mortal sinner!" The master's anger reached its climax, and he burst into a rage, "You have done such a terrible thing, and yet you say, without knowing it, that you have told only half a lie. I'm so pissed off! Get out of here! I don't want to see you again. '

"You have set me free, but I cannot leave you. When I have lied the other half before the end of the year, you can take me to the market, explain my weakness to other buyers, and sell me. Now you can't kick me out, because I don't have any life-sustaining skills. You have studied with a master of law, and you should know the law about freeing slaves."

I defended myself courteously, but the master cursed, and we refused to give in.

By this time the people had gathered round to comfort my master sympathetically. Then the master and his friends went up to the governor, told him the truth, and reiterated that the incident was the result of only half a lie, and did not yet know what harm the next half would cause. When the governor and the people heard this, they thought it was too much of a joke. Then they all cursed and condemned me in unison, but I smiled as if nothing had happened and said:

"It is my fault, and the master cannot punish me, for he knew it very well when he bought me."

Then the master came home, and when he saw that the house was in such a mess that he could not find anything in good condition, he was very angry. Most of the damage had been done by my own hands, and the damage was incalculable. Of course, Madame had destroyed a great deal, but she added fuel to the fire by saying to his lordship, "This China and all the rest of the furniture was broken by this boy Berhaoto."

The master finally said helplessly, "I don't know what I did to meet a son of a bitch like you. You have caused such a disaster, and yet you can claim that it is only half a lie. If you tell the second half, will you not destroy the whole city?"

The more my master thought about it, the more angry he became. He could not swallow the breath, so he took me to the governor. I was beaten so hard that I was bloody and unconscious. Then I was stabbed in the cheek, branded with fire and taken to market for auction. Then, as before, I continued to haunt any new owner, and was, of course, sold again. As I went from house to house, my reputation as a liar grew.