Spirituality Information – Journey In The Fields Of Forever ( Part 91)
Just as I looked nervously at Gideon, Pandayji let out a gasp while three men, dressed in the garb of medieval warriors stormed up to our table. Gideon sat stoically motionless. The three reached our table,stopped, came to attention and saluted. The short one with the handlebar mustache was the first to speak.
”My dear Sahib,Gideon,” the words poured forth from his lips,”I bring you greetings! We heard that you’d be here so,I hastened to pay my respects. And lovely Marla, you’re as radiant as ever.”
Gideon broke into riotous laughter, stood up and embraced him. Marla giggled while the other two stood at attention as Gideon said,”My dear friend, it has been such a very long time. What are you doing here? You really scared the living daylights out of everyone here.”
”I apologize for my rough manners, sir,but I just wanted to see you again. When last we met, you helped me restore the property of those poor peasants who were being cheated by the overseer of their village. I’ve missed you greatly.”
Gideon returned to his seat,nodded to Pandayji and me and said,”I want you to meet an old friend of mine. This ‘gentleman,’ and I use the term loosely, is Prince Kamal, better known as the Terror of Trivandrum, the Scourge of the South.” He then turned to the Terror and said, “These are my dear friends, Pandayji and John. And of course, you know the incomparable Marla.”
”It’s so good to meet you, all of you,” said the Terror, “and greetings again, my Lady Marla.”
”Kamal, you haven’t changed a bit. You’re as much a renegade as ever. It’s good to see you, but I didn’t expect to see you here.”
By this time, the restaurant manager accompanied by two guards was fast approaching our table. The Terror, anticipating their appearance, quickly drew a long, sinis- ter sword from his belt.His two companions did the same and would have caused quite a commotion had Gideon not shouted just as quickly, “Put that thing away. It’s not needed here.” The Terror and his friends slowly sheathed their swords, while glaring at the manager who, by now, must have wished to be somewhere else.
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