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I like only one member of my new
family—the youngest, Master Clifford.
He is the only one who ever looks at me.
His father never does, though he was the one who brought me here.
The rest of the rude brood completely ignores me.
Cliff’s
sister Ann only has eyes for herself.
I have never seen a girl or a woman stand in front of a mirror that long,
and I have seen a lot of women standing in front of mirrors in my time.
Cliff’s
brother John has already discovered that girls are the most interesting thing
for a boy to look at, and thus he doesn’t waste a glance at me either.
The
children’s mother, Harriet, never had an eye for her husband’s collection
anyway, and he, Thomas, has lost interest in me ever since he bought some silly
landscape painting.
So that
leaves only Cliff.
I am very concerned
these days because I don’t know what’s wrong with him.
Yesterday, Cliff came running into the salon, flung himself onto the
sofa, and cried bitter tears, and I don’t know why.
After he finally calmed down, he looked at me once and then left the
room. I have no explanation for his
weird behavior.
The next
day he positioned himself in front of me and stared at me intensely.
I must say I was delighted by so much attention, and I shuddered with joy
when the boy suddenly spoke to me.
“They’re
not telling me what’s wrong, Ryu, but I know he’s dying.
I don’t know what to do....” Cliff said, then burst into tears again.
I was
shocked. Dying?
Who was dying? Mom, Dad,
brother, sister—all looked perfectly healthy to me.
There were grandparents somewhere, but they lived far away, and I hadn’t
met them yet. I have been with this
family for only a year now.
Cliff
turned away and ran crying out of the room.
I was flabbergasted. It had been a
long time since someone had talked to me.
The last time was more than two hundred years ago and it had been the
honorable Lady Komine. I adored her.
She was such a beauty when she was young, and she aged most gracefully.
Some people just wither away when they grow older; others become mature
and noble and are so dignified—Lady Komine had been one of the latter.
I was in her possession for almost forty years, and we had highly enjoyed
each other’s company.
Usually
people only talk about me, not to me.
That Cliff had talked to me now touched me deeply, and I felt some of the
old magic already creeping into the air around me.
If only he would speak three times to me, then I would be able to answer.
I got excited. Very excited.
Two more times and I could answer Cliff.
I hoped and prayed that he would keep talking to me.
I was
very disturbed at not knowing what was bothering the boy.
I thought feverishly about who could be dying.
A friend perhaps? Or maybe a
pet? It couldn’t be the dog; he was
the father’s dog, and I had seen him only yesterday.
He was in fine shape.
I
pondered the whole afternoon about who or what could be dying.
In the
evening, I found out.
Cliff
brought a hamster into the salon. He
positioned himself in front of me with the tiny animal in his hand and showed me
to the hamster.
“Meep, I
want you to meet Ryu. Ryu, this is
Meep; Meep, that’s Ryu. You two are
my only friends, and I wanted you to meet before....” he sobbed.
I
shuddered with anticipation; that was the second time Cliff had talked to me.
I was happy it was only the second time; had it been the third, I would
have laughed at him. A hamster.
He was heart-broken about the imminent death of a hamster?
A tiny little hamster that I could have crushed with a quarter of my
smallest toe....
Meep lay
listlessly in Cliff’s hand and didn’t even bother to look at me.
With a sob, the boy turned around and left the salon.
I scolded
myself. Life wasn’t defined by size,
and Cliff was a good boy if he was compassionate about the death of his hamster.
Nevertheless, I had difficulties with the fact that Cliff had introduced
me to Meep. A hamster...how far did
I yet have to sink? Wasn’t it enough
that I had to hang here in the salon of this weird family with strange names and
pink skin? Wasn’t I doubly cursed by
having had to cross the big ocean to be, now, far from home, in a country I had
no idea about, surrounded by people I knew nothing of?
I had
promised myself to stop the self-pity; after all, I had spent almost a century
forgotten, rolled up and catching dust in some box somewhere, and now I was so
much better off. Nevertheless, I
hung there sullenly throughout the rest of the night.
Around
“He’s
dead, Ryu. Meep is dead.
He died last night.”
I
rejoiced and had to execute quite an amount of self-discipline in order to not
giggle. He had done it!
He had addressed me three times.
I could now speak to him.
“I am
very sorry to hear that, Cliff,” I said.
Cliff
jerked, looked behind him—nobody there—and stared back at me.
“Yes, I
am who you hear talking. You call me
Ryu. That’s a nice name.
I like it, thank you. You
know, I have myriads of spells on me.
One of them is that I can talk to anyone who addresses me three times.
You just did that. I can talk
to you now, but you’re the only one.
You hear my voice in your head. If
your father or someone else were with you, they wouldn’t be able to hear me,
only you can. Well, they would be
able to hear me, too, if they also addressed me three times.”
The boys
eyes widened in terror. He staggered
backwards.
“Oh,
please, don’t be afraid. I intend no
harm; in fact, I can’t do any harm.
I’m sealed in this picture.”
The boy’s
eyes turned from terror to curiosity.
Very good. He was mine.
He made a
step towards me, leaned a bit forward, and his nose almost touched my picture.
“Wow...who are you?”
“Well,
you call me Ryu.”
“Yes.
Dad said that’s Japanese for dragon.”
“Oh, you
even know what Ryu means. I’m
delighted.”
“So,
you...you’re really a dragon?”
“Well, I
was a dragon once, yes, before someone sealed me into this lousy picture.”
“Wow!
I thought dragons were legends.”
“Now they
are, unfortunately, but there was a time when...anyway, yes, I’m a real dragon.
I mean, I was a real dragon, once.”
“What do
you look like? Like in the picture?”
“Yes,
that evil wretch of a painter trapped me in the picture by painting me.”
“Oh,
that’s so cool! You look great!”
“Well,
thank you. That’s very nice of you.”
How had I
looked...I was twenty human meters long, I had four legs and wore the horns on
my head high and proud. My whiskers
were longer than anyone else’s, and my eyes shone yellow and mellow when I was
content and red and fiery when I was furious.
My scales had glistened once in the sun when I flew above the clouds,
parting them with my tail.
I felt
like crying when I remembered all that.
“What’s
your real name?” the boy asked me.
“I lost
my name, Clifford. The one who
banned me took it from me. You can call
me Ryu, as you did before. That’s
just fine.”
“That’s
terrible that you lost your name!
And who sealed you into the picture?”
“The
priest who painted me four hundred years ago.”
“What was
his name?”
“That’s
the trouble, I don’t know. By magic,
they concealed the priest’s existence from me; otherwise I could have
intervened.”
“Is there
no way to set you free?”
“Oh,
being finally able to talk to someone again is almost like freedom,” I sighed.
“The last one I had been able to talk to was a Japanese lady two hundred
years ago.”
“Wow!”
The boy
examined me so closely it was almost intimidating.
“Why did
they imprison you into the picture, Ryu?”
“Humans
were afraid of me.”
“Had they
reason to be?”
“Well....”
I found
that a bit hard to answer. I didn’t
want to frighten the boy. His eyes
were glowing.
“Okay,
don’t tell me, at least not yet,” he said, and I was astonished by his wits and
more than delighted to have found such a formidable human to talk to.
#
It was
exhilarating for both of us. Cliff
visited me every night from that day onward and we talked and talked.
I told him about dragon life and times and he told me about the young 20th
century, about giant ships made of steel and that now there were even planes in
the sky. Even if there had still
been dragons around, they’d have had competition in the air from more than just
birds and insects.
The more
I talked to Cliff, the more I longed for freedom.
How I would have liked to be able to see all the things Cliff talked
about with my own eyes, to smell or touch something again!
The only senses I had left in my frozen state were my sight and my
hearing.
The boy
felt that I was unhappy and suffered with me as he had suffered with Meep, the
hamster; although I still resent the comparison to such a small and
insignificant animal.
“Ryu,
please tell me, how can I set you free?”
“There is
one way....”
“Yes?”
“You
could destroy this painting. Burn
it.”
The boy
staggered backwards. Then his eyes
turned to anger.
“Hey, I
asked how to set you free, not how to kill you!”
I sighed
deeply. “The magic that trapped me
into this picture was very powerful and is probably long forgotten.
The world you told me of seems to have forgotten magic.
I mean really powerful magic.
What’s left now is a few tricks to merely entertain, not to change the world and
work wonders. I cannot tell you how
they trapped my spirit into this painting.
The last thing I remember is that I was flying through the clouds, and
then suddenly I couldn’t move. I saw
the inside of a human temple and the wicked priest who smiled at me with a brush
in his hand. I knew humans were
trying to extinguish dragons, but I have and had no idea how they did it.”
“I will
not burn your scroll, Ryu, forget it.
I will look for the magic that imprisoned you and reverse it.
Even if it takes my whole life!” the boy vowed, and I was once again
moved by his compassion.
#
Cliff
searched all his life and found nothing, or so he said.
Luckily, he didn’t forget to fall in love, and there were years he hardly
spoke to me and others when he surely didn’t search for the magic that had
captured me. I don’t hold that
against him; he had to live his life. Although
I have to admit that I doubted him more and more the older he got.
I had the feeling that he was keeping something from me.
Had he maybe found out during his research why humans had been so keen on
extinguishing dragons? He never
spoke to me about that topic, though, and, of course, I didn’t mention that I
had once looked at humans merely as a food supply.
I found
it very interesting he didn’t tell his son or daughter about me, nor his wife.
I asked him why, and he said he loved them but didn’t consider them
suitable to know of me. I think he
was jealous. I was
his dragon; he didn’t want to share me
with his children. However, I could
see how he studied his grandchildren, and I knew, even before he chose her, that
the only one of his five grandchildren worthy of knowing the secret was
#
Clifford
died when he was 85 and
After he
had passed away,
Later on,
In the
early 21st century, she moved my scroll into a new house that had a
room without windows. She put me
into a glass case that was, as she called it, climate controlled.
The world had grown warmer, and my scroll was in great danger of
crumbling to dust, she said.
When she
grew older, she reminded me more and more of my Lady Komine.
She
reminded me of Komine in her elegance and kindness and, once again, a great
longing to be relieved from my frozen state came over me.
I wanted to die; I couldn’t stand so much beauty.
I
couldn’t help telling her one day. “
“Sure,
Ryu.”
“Are you
still trying to find out how to lift the spell that trapped me into this
picture?”
“Of
course.”
“Please
stop. Set me free, let me rest.
Burn the scroll. Clifford
didn’t manage to lift the spells that bound me.
I don’t think you will either.
What you tell me of the world is evidence enough.
There is no magic anymore.
Nobody alive remembers any of the magic that did this to me.”
She
smiled suddenly, secretively. “I
didn’t want to tell you yet, Ryu, but I am this close to finding out how to get
you out of there,” she said and held thumb and forefinger apart a centimeter.
I was
more than astonished. “Really?
How so?”
“I can’t
tell you yet. It’s all very
complicated, but I found a Shinto priest in
I couldn’t believe it. Hope surged through me. A Shinto priest who might be able to release me? That was sweet music to my ears. I vowed to delete humans from my menu if I came free; I could survive on cows and pigs just as well, although they taste and smell far worse than humans. Anxiously I waited. And waited. And waited....