40 - The Professor and the Persian Ruler

Over the lake. Persia.

"Why should I believe you. Even though I have heard about how you claim to have a solution to all the problems, but how would you prove that to me? How would you make me see it, see the point and what you can really do for me."

The Persian ruler said. He had several jewelry hanging down from his neck and around. He was dressed in what was close to a robe. But you could tell by the makes that twas decked and sewn a rare one.

That which is only meant for the royalty.

To his right and left were two guards and at his front were his elders and advisers.

They were all dressed in robes too but they had few jewelry on.

You can tell from the look on their faces that they couldn't be trusted by whatever they were wearing. They sure had more than what they were having on.

Majority of them had disguise as their trademark and were disloyal to the ruler.

But you can't be sure of the ways of the ruler too. He had his own way of making things happen and bringing out faults where there was none.

The Professor had been allowed to go in with just one of his right handed fellows. One who he called one of his friends.

His teaching would loathe the fact of referring to his followers as his slaves.

He was responsible for and to them. He should be the one to be seen as the slave. For he had made a promise to them and must fulfill his own end.

That was why he was way different from the government. Why he had made himself different. He wouldn't preach difference without acting. How would he be clothed in hypocrisy sewn by knowledge?

He cleared his throat. He knew what the Persian ruler was expecting from him but he would be very glad to disappoint him.

He had been moving from one settlement to the other in search of a place his followers can reside in without fear.

And his instinct was yet to be satisfied by all where they had gotten to. Including the Persian kingdom.

The only reason he had visited the Persian ruler was to acknowledge his call;

The Persian king on hearing that the followers of the Professor had gotten to Persia and were crossing through, he had summoned the Professor for questioning.

The ruler probably wanted to make a political game of the movement but he wouldn't let him.

He cleared his throat and said,

"Gentleman, it's not the question of belief."

He started.

"You're a retard. Be gone. Al'ama."

One of the Persian advisers stood up and shouted, ready to slap the professor, on the account of the Professor referring to their ruler as "gentleman".

But the ruler hopped on it and said,

"Let it be, Kamar."

The professor was not moved. That was one of the things that intrigued, Caloe, the fellow who followed him everywhere.

The Professor continued,

"By will, I tell you that I had no idea that there are still few places close to the modern word without technology. Yet, majority of your working machines and the tools for war would attract the T2s and they would eat up your precious footstool."

The professor said. He didn't seem to have other things to say to the ruler but the ruler wasn't done.

"If I am to be cruel, I should have you beheaded because of your audacity but I won't. That marks the difference between rage and age. You have two days to leave Persia with your goats. Stay a second longer and I'll make a pool of blood of you all. Let's see how you can survive in the wild. Mr Savior."

The ruler quit talking and turned to one of the guards,

"Walk them out."

The fellow hurried and began to hasten the Professor and Caloe out.

When the Professor was at the exit, he turned at the ruler and said,

"Let's see if you survive those two days."

He hurled and stepped out.

Commotion was birthed in the palace. The Professor could hear the elders making a molehill of the last speech he had given.

He simply didn't care. What was death?