For Wolfgang and Rocio, 11 April 93


The long road to Granada was especially dry and dusty that summer, but just before daybreak, as the stranger walked through the great gates of the unconquerable city before the queen's sleepy slaves had even, with a groaning of men and metal, pulled them half-open, no one noticed that not even the hem of his cloud-white robe was soiled, or remarked the extreme paleness of his calm face, which seemed to be trying unsuccessfully to express distaste. For his part, the stranger did not appear surprised to be greeted by a large group of excited men. He said to them in a strong voice, ``Where can I find the holy man Elias? He must leave the city.'' But they ignored him and asked, ``Are you married?'' At this he did seem surprised, and answered ``No, nor shall I be.''

The city men became even more excited, talking loudly in many different languages, laughing, and exchanging gold pieces stamped with elephants or alligators or the faces of kings who had been born, governed the city, then died and been forgotten, though the city, where every day a new unsettling pleasure, decadent vice, inventive wickedness, daring fashion, eastern cult, or esoteric world view ruled, remained ever unchanging. The crowd, growing steadily larger and louder, surrounded the stranger. ``Let me pass'', he said. But the crowd paid no attention and hustled him along the broad streets of Granada, where the vendors of tamarind fruit, love potions in crystal cordials, parrots which quoted Sanskrit poetry, and whatever else one might want were just setting up their stands. Finally the throng, with the stranger in their midst, stopped in front of a large house of carved stone. Many voices yelled, ``Send out your daughter! Her husband's arrived!''

A woman wearing clothes of mourning looked briefly out of the house, then disappeared, and soon a young woman, her hair in disarray, was pushed out the front door, which slammed shut behind her. She was weeping. She looked at the stranger first fearfully and shyly, then with some attention, for the dawn showed him to be tall and strong and of a noble beauty. She and the stranger were led along by the mass of people - by now a large part of the city's populace - while flowers showered down on them from every house they passed. The stranger could not make himself heard over the singing and joking and laughter. As he passed by, many people took his hand or slapped him on the back, so that he was well-pummeled by the time he and the young woman, who had stopped crying, arrived in a large open square at the center of the city and led before a dais where the queen sat on an onyx throne, the high priest of the city's nameless god at her side. The people fell silent.

The queen said to the stranger, ``This woman's father has pledged a good farm with livestock, a fine house, and gold enough for a man, to whomever will marry her. Will you?'' The stranger replied gravely, ``I may not and will not.'' The queen replied, ``She is intelligent, healthy and beautiful, yet she has refused each man her father has picked for her. Today she is twenty-five years old, and he has sworn by his beard that if she doesn't marry the first man to enter the city, he will kill her with his own hands. And after he does so, I will have him tried and executed. Again, will you marry her?'' The stranger was silent for a long moment, then said, ``I may not, but I will.'' Trumpets sounded, but no one heard them over the crowd's roar.

The ceremonies and festivies took several days, and the entire time the stranger was never alone, and even when he and his new wife were led to the bridal chamber, revelers outside danced and drank and sang the whole night through. He never had a chance to slip away, and he soon found he no longer wanted to.



Years later, his face tanned as any other farmer's, crow's feet at his eyes, his strong hands callused and covered in rich earth, he looked up as his son came running to him. ``Father, there's a man just beyond the hill coming this way from the city - and he's glowing like the sun. He'll be here any minute now.'' The man ran to his house and found his wife. He said to her, ``On that day I married you, I had a task to accomplish, but I never did it. I have been happy with you, but now an angel has come to bring me back to answer for my failure.'' Yet his wife, who was wise and surprised at nothing, said, ``Don't worry, I know what to do. Go out to the far field for an hour or so. I'll have everything settled by then.'' She had their daughter, who was at the same time of an earthly and unearthly beauty, put on her best dress and comb out her long hair. The stranger soon knocked on the door. He was wearing a bright white robe; not even its hem was the least bit dirty. He said, ``I have come to speak with him who lives here.'' The woman said, ``He's out in the fields somewhere; I'll send my son out to find him. Please sit down.'' She sent out her son, and called to her daughter to bring in some wine for the stranger. By the time her husband came back, he found he would soon have a son-in-law. The ceremonies and festivities lasted several days, and they all lived happily ever after, though what the son-in-law did when an angel came for him, nobody's told me.