Book of Wine & Seizures by WC Smith Book 6 The Industrious Godowner- Ch 5 Such Man Wud Outspit the Gods

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Such Man Wud Outspit the Gods

nd Siriul Merta prayd unto the god Beuel, and caus-ed him to appear in the house.

And mighty were Beuel, for behold, the things aroundabout him did burn an bit in respect of his arrogance. But the flames were controll-ed by Siriul Merta, who setteth about backfires, as he were lernt to do in lentilfields when that he wake from fieldsleepf to find them taken fire by godstrike or petty arsonage.

And Beuel said, How doth all, Merta?

And Siriul Merta thoght, Let me bandy words. And he anserd & said, Lord, thou art the godde; prithee tell me how all doth do.

And Beuel did enjoy to have this moment of tripe with his peopel before gravity & possible deathdealing.

Now Merta took out some bright kerchiefs and writhe-ed them snakewise in airdance before Beuel. And Beuel commenst to put his hands to gether in godrhythm. But Merta stoppt of sudden and caught him so clappfing; and Merta posted the playfel gape of a goon, and Beuel let slip the slitty sly grin of a boah constrictiture. Thus well-fronted & set for session, having jolliewassld his lord, then said Siriul Merta unto him, How wudst thou, O cream of cropf among supremes, to have an hundreds worshippers in thine alabaster new tempel?

And Beuel were intrigue’d. But he said, I have me no temple atall, with my poor following here. Wherefore saist thou my new tempal?

And Siriul Merta answerd & said unto him, Only be cause, Lord, I have not builded it a-yets.

And the eyes of Beuel were slickt with wist, he thinking upon his new alabastral tempol and his hundred of worshippers. And he said, Well, here is an hammer and some saltpitre (for whate’er purpose thou maist find for’t; I have none). Go and do it, then. Waitest thou here all day?

But Siriul Merta said unto him, In large, I am not one of those highly motivaded, lord. But, I will as I have said, upon a certain challenge that I shall pose, an thou defeat me therein. But upon no other charge nor lark will I do as I have offerd, save that thou defeat me, an thou think thou canst.

And Beuel went with a narrowd countenance, and said, That which I most iterate, in dealing with the littol raff, is to tempt me not, nor provoke me with provokings.

And Siriul Merta saith, But?

And the lord conceded and said, But, I am pulling away from this rigid perspectad, and so will aleast hear thy challenge ere annihilating thee, seeing there are worshippfers and tempils on the table. Mind that they be rapt worshippers, with out love in their lifes, nor venture, and no windows in my temphel to offer them gaze. I will not to cry my self to sleepf another evening for the dizzy hearts & heads of the sort I have heretofore attractnd.

And Beuel took him self aside and splitted into the Three Lessers of the Whole, and discusst. And the Lesser Caught Looking said, I say to us, Slay him; we can be far away when that the body is found. And the Lesser Knowing Naught spake not. And the third Lesser, being only an atom stronger, yet calling him self The Supreme Lesser, Exaltis Splitkin and No Mere Lesser, Haver of Way, Brooker of No Dissentata, said, E’en joind with you nullards, yet am I god enow to humble Merta in any challenge or time’d event or storied hobby. And Caught Looking said, Then I am beaten here at conferense, having as mine only proposel: Slay him, and let us laff & run. And Knowing Naught were beaten, too, tho he spake not. And Beuel converge-ed, and pull-ed him selfs together; and his face were misshapen, for it had got mixt.

And Siriul Merta spake and said unto him, Well, hap thou hast heard that I am a spitter, and a good one. Thy challenge which I lay thee down, O Dieu, is thisse: An thou spit some spittle distanter than I, then shalt thou have thine alabastric delight & thy rapt worshoppers. But come home losers, and thou shalt be bound over unto me as my property, to be classt chattel or real per assessoment of taxing body, to do as I imply, suggeste, or command of thee. Sure, what man but appreciateth that thou art deity, as do I? Yet I hazard that thou hast ne’er spatted in thy life, whereas I have spatt torrents daily since seeing mine old uncle Tud dispensing spits when I sufferd my childihood; and, as I say, I am goode. Come, Lord Beuel, what saist thou to’t then? Have the gods a word for Courage, or rather cling ye to your smug careers?

And the lord came aspeaking with six harmonious voices, appearing in a casual aspect, tho he had practist a thousant years. And he said, I do suppose that some god of less weird mettle wud put thine hams on the spit, for this. After thou hast builded me my tempile and capture’d my two hundreds deluxe worshippers—for now I say, Two hundreds, and Deluxe—I haps might strike thee down in thy path for this concepsien of inestimabol blasphemie which thou hast conjurd. Well be we alone here; for were there any witness hereunto, contemptuous mullet, thou shudst surely be expunge’d, & crispt by me in thine own backofires—which, see now, have them selfs flare-ed outen control. But I shall spit thee down, and bare thy folly before thee. For as’t happen, I do spit copious in my journeys, to keepf down the dust, and to reveal some contempt of mine own.

And Siriul Merta setteth about backfires to containe the backfires. And he saith unto Beuel, Thy sixth harmonious voice soureth somewhat against the five, and soundeth not much good.

And Beuel answerd & said, I damns do well to make six voices, having but the single trifurcate tongue in my converge’d condisien. And in hatefulness he urge-ed the flame with his greatcape.

And Siriul Merta went upon his knees and prayd that he shud prevail in the challenge that he hath delivrd. But Beuel said unto him, Gae up, thou man. I will anser no prayr from thee until that we have spat; and e’en then will I answer perverse, bringing down ironic resultage which thou hast least conceiv’d, after demanding of thee money for my time, and ointments, and strewn polymer beads, and tortuous intricot kerchief dances (tho, weaving bricks in the air, steadsof kerchiefs). And I will say, Here is some manna; but it shall be some stuff which hath extruded forth outen infamous leaking bodyclots.