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Are you trying to say, "Go out and murder children"? No bloody way! Are you kidding? I'm not trying to say anything at all!

That's my whole thing. I know, I know, your whole thing, the first duty of a storyteller is to Blah blah blah. This "Three Gibbet Crossroads" If there are children in them, it's incidental. If there is politics in them, it's incidental. It's accidental. Except, the thing is, don't interrupt me when I'm talking No, I'm sorry If I ask you something outright, or if I go with my eyes, like, "Go ahead and say something," like with my eyes, then you go ahead and say something, but if I'm in the middle of something I know, I'm sorry And you're fucking doing it again!

Did I ask you something outright?! Did I go with my eyes like, "Go ahead and say something"?! No, I didn't, did I? Did I? See, that was an outright question and I did go with my eyes like, "Go ahead and say something.

I'm sorry. I'm nervous. You have a right to be nervous. No, you didn't hear me. I said, "You have a right I'm not trying to tell you anything. It's supposed to be just a puzzle without a solution. And what is the solution? There isn't one. It's a puzzle without a solution. I think there's a solution. But then, I'm really clever. Well, I mean, you're right, the idea is you should wonder what the solution is, but the truth is there is no solution, because there is nothing worse, is there?

Than the two things it says. There is nothing worse? Is there? Paraphrases through the story. A man wakes up in the iron gibbet he's been left to starve to death in. He knows he was guilty of the crime they put him in there for, but he cannot remember what the crime was.

Across the crossroads from him are two other gibbets; there's a placard outside one that reads "Rapist," there's a placard outside the second that reads "Murderer. Our man can't read the placard outside his own cage, so he asks the old man to read it for him, to find out what he's done. The old man looks at the placard, looks at our man, then spits in his face in disgust. Some nuns come along. They say prayers over the dead rapist. They give food and water to the old murderer.

They read our man's crime. The life drains from them and they walk away in tears. A highwayman comes along, ah-hah. He looks over the rapist without much interest. He sees the old murderer, smashes the lock off his cage, sets him free.

He comes to our man's cage, reads his crime. The highwayman smiles slightly. Our man smiles back, slightly. The highwayman raises his gun and shoots him through the heart. As our man is dying he screams out, "Just tell 14 me what I've done?! The last words that our man ever says are, "Will I go to Hell? That's a good story.

That's something-esque. What kind of "esque" is it? I can't remember. I don't really go in for that "esque" sort of stuff anyway, but there's nothing wrong with that story. No, there's nothing wrong with that story. There's nothing in that story you would say the person who wrote this story is a sick fucking scummy cunt. All this story is to me, this story is a pointer. A pointer? It is a pointer. It is saying to me, on the surface I am saying this, but underneath the surface I am saying this other thing.

You understand? It's your best story, you say? It's one of my best stories. Oh, it's one of your best stories. You have so many. My best story is "The Town on the River" one. Your best story is "The Tale of the Town on the River"? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Tupolski quickly finds the story. Hang on Here we are. This tells me something, "This is your best story. Why, what is it, is it a pointer? Tupolski stares at him. Um, it's the only one that was published. We know its the only one that was published.

So far. The Libertad it was published. The Libertad. I don't read it. You don't read it. I send the stories around, you know, just in the hopes, to wherever might take them. I don't read all the You don't read The Libertad. It isn't illegal, you read The Libertad.

Nor if you have a story published in it. It has your theme. Did they give you themes, The Libertad? Like, "Write a story about a pony," or, "Write a story about some little kid who gets totally fucked up.

They just gave a word-count thing. The maximum words. It was a theme of your own choosing? It was a theme of my own choosing. Tupolski hands Katurian the story. Read it to me. The whole of it? The whole of it. Katurian stands. This feels like school, somehow. Except at school they didn't execute you at the end. Unless you went to a really fucking tough school. Pause, then Katurian reads the story, enjoying his own words, its details and its twists. Um, "Once upon a time in a tiny cobblestreeted town on the banks of a fast-flowing river, there lived a little boy who did not get along with the other children of the town; they picked on and bullied him because he was poor and his parents were drunkards and his clothes were rags and he walked around barefoot.

The little boy, however, was of a happy and dreamy disposition, and he did not mind the taunts and the beatings and the unending solitude. He knew that he was kind-hearted and full of love and that someday someone somewhere would see this love inside him and repay him in kind.

Then, one night, as he sat nursing his newest bruises at the foot of the wooden bridge that crossed the river and led out of town, he heard the approach of a horse and cart along the dark, cobbled street, and as it neared he saw that its driver was dressed in the darkest of robes, the black hood of which bathed his craggy face in shadow and sent a shiver of fear through the little boy's body.

Putting his fear aside, the boy took out the small sandwich that was to be his supper that night and, just as the cart was about to pass onto and over the bridge, he offered it up to the hooded driver to see if he would like some. The cart stopped, the driver nodded, got down and sat beside the little boy for a while, sharing the sandwich and discussing this and that.

The driver asked the boy why he was barefoot and ragged and all 16 alone, and as the boy told the driver of his poor, hard life, he eyed the back of the drivers cart; it was piled high with small, empty animal cages, all foul-smelling and dirt-lined, and just as the boy was about to ask what kind of animals it was had been inside them, the driver stood up and announced that he had to be on his way. Now close your eyes.

And as the little boy sat there in gaping silent shock, staring blankly off into the distance at nothing in particular, the driver gathered up his bloody toes, tossed them away to the gaggle of rats that had begun to gather in the gutters, got back onto his cart, and quietly rode on over the bridge, leaving the boy, the rats, the river and the darkening town of Hamelin far behind him.

Of Hamelin, see? Of Hamelin. Do you get it? The little boy is the little crippled boy who can't keep up when the Pied Piper comes back to take all the children away. That's how he was crippled.

I know that. It's a twist. I know it's a twist. It's the children he was after. It's the children who was after? It's the children the Pied Piper was after. To begin with. My idea was he brought the rats. He brought the rats. He knew the townspeople wouldn't pay. It was the children he was after in the first place. Goes to the filing cabinet, takes out a metal box the size of a biscuit tin, then sits back down with it, placing it on the table between them. Oh, "This reminds you.

What's in the box? Sound of a man screaming hideously a few rooms away. Katurian stands, 17 becoming flustered. That's my brother. Yes, I believe it is. What's he doing to him? Well, something fucking horrible. I don't know, do I? You said you wouldn't touch him. I haven't touched him. But you said he would be fine. You gave me your word. The screaming stops. I am a high-ranking police officer in a totalitarian fucking dictatorship.

What are you doing taking my word about anything? Ariel returns, wrapping his bloodied hand in white cloth. What have you done to my brother? Ariel motions Tupolski over. They confer in a corner a while, then sit. What have you done to my brother, I said?! See, Ariel?

Katurian's asking the questions now. First it was, "What's in the box? Fuck "What's in the box. Well, Ariel had a problem childhood, see, and he tends to take it out on all the retards we get in custody. It's bad, really, if you think about it. What have you done to him?! Y'know, you being such an upstart and shouting all over the place, I would usually have smashed your face in by now, but because I've just been doing that to your subnormal brother, my hand really hurts, so for now I'm just going to let you off with a very stern warning.

I want to see my brother. Right now. You smashed his face in, did you, Ariel? Except, hang on, that could be classified as police brutality, couldn't it? Oh no! He really hurt my hand. Look at your poor hand! I know, it really hurts. How many times have I told you? Use a truncheon, use a whaddyacall.

Your bare hands, Ariel? And on a spastic? He won't even get the benefit. He's just a child! I'm taking a breather now, but the next time I go in there, I think I am going to put something sharp up inside him and then 18 turn it.

Oh, Ariel, that'd definitely be classed as "police brutality. I want to see my brother right now! What happened to the third child? What third child? So it's you and your brother, yeah? You're close, you and your brother? He's all I've got. You and your spastic brother. He's not spastic. He's just a child. No, he's not. You know who was? Andrea Jovacovic was. You know who she was? Sitting down. Only from the papers. What do you know about her, "only from the papers"?

She was the girl they found on the heath. She was the girl they found on the heath, yes. You know how she died? Why don't you know how she died? The papers didn't say. You know who Aaron Goldberg was? He was the boy they found in the dump behind the Jewish quarter.

You know how he died? No, the papers didn't say. The papers didn't say a lot of things. The papers didn't say anything about the third child, a little mute girl, went missing three days ago, the same area, the same age. The papers will be saying something tonight. The papers will be saying a lot of things tonight. About the mute girl? About the mute girl. About confessions. About executions.

All that type of stuff. I don't understand what you're trying to say 19 to me. Are you trying to say I shouldn't write stories with childkillings in because in the real world there are child-killings? He wants us to think that he thinks that all we've got against him is a disagreement with his fucking prose style. Like we don't know what his brother just said to me. What did my brother just say to you?

Like we don't know what's in this box. Whatever he said to you, you made him say to you. He doesn't speak to strangers. Adjusting bloodied cloth. He spoke to me. He speaks to strangers alright. He said you and he speak to strangers. I want to see him. You want to see him? That's what I said. You are demanding to see him? I would like to see my brother.

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