Europe was where a man of Dr Lecter's tastes would settle

MASON'S EDUCATION was an odd one, but perfectly fitted to the life his father

envisioned for him and to the task before him now.

As a child he attended a boarding school, to which his father contributed

heavily, where Mason's frequent absences were excused. For weeks at a time the

elder Verger conducted Mason's real education, taking the boy with him to the

stockyards and slaughterhouses that were the basis of his fortune.

Molson Verger was a pioneer in many areas of livestock production,

particularly in the area of economy.

His early experiments with cheap feed rank with those of Batterham fifty years

before. Molson Verger adulterated the pigs' diet with hog hair meal, mealed

chicken feathers and manure to an extent considered daring at the time. He was

regarded as a reckless visionary in the 1940's when he first took away the

pigs' fresh drinking water and had them drink ditch liquor, made of fermented

animal waste, to hasten weight gain. The laughter stopped when his profits

rolled in, and his competitors hurried to copy him.

Molson Verger's leadership in the meatpacking industry did not stop there. He

fought bravely and with his own funds against the Humane Slaughter Act,

strictly from the standpoint of economy, and managed to keep face branding

legal though it cost him dearly in legislative compensation. With Mason at his

side, he supervised large-scale experiments in the problems of lairage,

determining how long you could deprive animals of food and water before

slaughter without significant weight losses.

It was Verger-sponsored genetic research that finally achieved the heavy

double-muscling of the Belgian swine breeds without the concomitant drip

losses that plagued the Belgians. Molson Verger bought breeding stock

worldwide and sponsored a number of foreign breeding programs.

But slaughterhouses are at base a people business and nobody understood that

better than Molson Verger. He managed to cow the leadership of the unions when

they tried to encroach on his profits with wage and safety demands. In this

area his solid relationships with organized crime served him well for thirty

years.

Mason bore a strong resemblance to his father then, with dark shiny eyebrows

above pale blue butcher's eyes, and a low hairline that slanted across his

forehead, descending from his right to his left. Often, affectionately, Molson

Verger liked to take his son's head in his hands and just feel it, as though

he were confirming the son's paternity through physiognomy, just as he could

feel the face of a pig and tell by the bone structure its genetic makeup.

Mason learned well and, even after his injuries confined him to his bed, he

was able to make sound business decisions to be implemented by his minions. It

was Son Mason's idea to have the U.S. government and the United Nations

slaughter all the native pigs in Haiti, citing the danger from them of African

swine flu. He was then able to sell the government great white American pigs

to replace the native swine. The great sleek swine, when faced with Haitian

conditions, died as soon as possible and had to be replaced again and again

from Mason's stock until the Haitians replaced their own pigs with hardy

little rooters from the Dominican Republic.

Now, with a lifetime of knowledge and experience, Mason felt like Stradivarius

approaching the worktable as he built the engines of his revenge.

What a wealth of information and resources Mason had in his faceless skull!

Lying in his bed, composing in his mind like the deaf Beethoven, he remembered

walking the swine fairs with his father, checking out the competition,

Molson's little silver knife ever ready to slip out of his waistcoat and into

a pig's back to check the depth of back fat, walking away from the outraged

squeal, too dignified to be challenged, his hand back in his pocket, thumb

marking the place on the blade.

Mason would have smiled if he had lips, remembering his father sticking a 4-H

contestant pig who thought everyone was his friend, the child who owned it

crying. The child's father coming over furious, and Molson's thugs taking him

outside the tent. Oh, there were some good, funny times.

At the swine fairs Mason had seen exotic pigs from all over the world. For his

new purpose, he brought together the best of all that he had seen.

Mason began his breeding program immediately after his Christmas Epiphany and

centered it in a small pig-breeding facility the Vergers owned in Sardinia,

off the coast of Italy. He chose the place for its remoteness and its

convenience to Europe.

Mason believed correctly - that Dr Lecter's first stop outside the United

States after his escape was in South America. But he had ever been convinced

that Europe was where a man of Dr Lecter's tastes would settle - and he had

watchers yearly at the Salzburg Music Festival and other cultural events.

This is what Mason sent to his breeders in Sardinia to prepare the theater of

Dr Lecter's death: The giant forest pig, Hylochoerus meinertzhageni, six teats

and thirty-eight chromosomes, a resourceful feeder, an opportunistic omnivore,

like man. Two meters in length in the highland families, it weighs about two

hundred seventy-five kilograms. The giant forest pig is Mason's ground note.

The classic European wild boar, S. scrofa scrofa, thirty-six chromosomes in

its purest form, no facial warts, all bristles and great ripping tusks, a big

fast and fierce animal that will kill a viper with its sharp hooves and eat

the snake like it was a Slim Jim. When aroused or rutting, or protecting its

piglets, it will charge anything that threatens. Sows have twelve teats and

are good mothers. In S. scrofa scrofa, Mason found his theme and the facial

appearance appropriate to provide Dr Lecter a last, hellish vision of himself

consumed. He bought the Ossabaw Island pig for

its aggressiveness, and the Jiaxing Black for high estradiol levels.

A false note when he introduced a Babirusa, Babyrousa babyrussa, from Eastern

Indonesia, known as the hog-deer for the exaggerated length of its tusks. It

was a slow breeder with only two teats, and at one hundred kilograms it cost

him too much in size. No time was lost, as there were other, parallel litters

that did not include the Babirusa.

In dentition, Mason had little variety to choose from. Almost every species

had teeth adequate to the task, three pairs of sharp incisors, one pair of

elongated canines, four pairs of premolars, and three crushing pairs of

molars, upper and lower, for a total of forty-four teeth.

Any pig will eat a dead man, but to get him to eat a live one some education

is required. Mason's Sardinians were up to the task.

Now, after an effort of seven years and many litters, the results were . . .

remarkable.