{"id":319,"date":"2022-08-25T13:03:29","date_gmt":"2022-08-25T11:03:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/umorismolibrifantasy.wordpress.com\/?p=319"},"modified":"2022-08-25T13:03:29","modified_gmt":"2022-08-25T11:03:29","slug":"a-damn-job-3-comic-fantasy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.manuelrighele.it\/libri\/a-damn-job-3-comic-fantasy\/","title":{"rendered":"A damn job #3 (comic fantasy)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Meanwhile, in the dark library of an ancient house.
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\u201cHave you found it?\u201d asked a sinister shadow moving as if it was looking for its hands, all wrapped in a wide overcoat.
Another shadow as grim as the previous one, but higher than average, stopped the lashing with which it had cut the dark and smoky air up to then.
\u201cI believe this is the one, sir\u201d it said.
There was a black dart, a quiet rustling, then a deaf plonk could be heard.
\u201cOuch!\u201d.
\u201cThat\u2019s my nose!\u201d.
\u201cForgive me, sir\u2026 Here I am\u201d.
An oil lamp started to shed a dim light.
\u201cWell done\u201d the rough shadow, that was turning into a small hooded man, stifled a shout of joy. \u201cNow we must look for what we\u2019ve come here for\u201d.
\u201cAnd what would it be, sir?\u201d.
\u201cI\u2019ll know it when I\u2019ve found it\u201d.
\u201cEr\u2026 sure, sir. I see. I\u2019ll\u2026 Hum\u2026 start to look for it, then\u201d.
\u201cYes, certainly\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The oil lamp swung and seemed to fall, but it was only the impression it gave passing from the hand of the person who had lit it to the hand of the other hooded figure, that was lower and that was now holding it above its head.
\u201cWhile I take care of the library, go and check the bathroom\u201d the small figure ordered trembling with excitement.
\u201cThe bathroom, sir?\u201d.
\u201cThink! Where would you hide an invaluable object?\u201d.
\u201cI\u2026 an invaluable object? I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever owned one, sir. You know, with what you earn doing this job\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From underneath a grey hood, an upset shadow stared at a shadow biting its tongue underneath another grey hood.
\u201cLet\u2019s suppose you owned one\u201d.
\u201cWell, in that case I believe I would keep it in a safe box. In a safe box well guarded in the Bank of Quelpa\u201d.
\u201cOh! But what if you couldn\u2019t address to a bank?\u201d.
\u201cWhy not, sir?\u201d.
\u201cI\u2026\u201d. The little hooded man smoothed his face with one hand. \u201cLet\u2019s say because it\u2019s a matter on which you must observe strict silence. Everything should remain obscure, nothing should transpire\u201d.
\u201cThen I can\u2019t see where the problem is, sir\u201d, the towering tweed mass shrugged its shoulders. \u201cWhen it comes to transparency, the bank is the chastest institution, sir\u201d.
\u201cLet\u2019s leave the banks alone! You have this invaluable object and you must hide it in a safe place where nobody can find it, where would you hide it?\u201d.
\u201cAnd should I keep it at home?\u201d.
\u201cSure\u201d.
\u201cNo bank?\u201d.
\u201cNo\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A thoughtful hood stared at the other hood that was now exasperatedly waiting several inches lower.
\u201cWell, in that case in the toilet flush, sir. I\u2019d hide it in the bathroom in the toilet flush\u2026 Oh\u2026 Sure, the bathroom. I\u2019ll run there, sir\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The huge hooded figure rustled away and became a sinister shadow again, while the other one, smaller and quick-tempered, stayed in the library, wrapped in silence and in that cloak two sizes bigger than it. Looking around, it rolled up its sleeves, then it went close to a shelf.
It examined the titles imprinted on the spines of some books and felt pervaded by a timeless nobility, eager to feed on the source of knowledge, because the soul of every book-lover and also the soul of the ones who read just a few lines before falling asleep and that of the ones who don\u2019t take the trouble to do the shopping list either like, by sheer chance, our hooded being, is inclined to feel part of that vast humanity that has searched the deep sea of knowledge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt isn\u2019t us who choose a book\u201d it sighed rapt with a thrill. It stretched out its hesitating fingers trying to brush the precious tomes that were lined up on the shelf above. \u201cNo, it isn\u2019t us. It\u2019s the book that chooses uu\u2026 uuu\u2026\u201d. The heaviest one had found it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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