Odyssey of Dr. Lucky Chap, Part 1

 Odyssey of Dr. Lucky Chap/Julilia. Part 1, Books 1-13
Chant in me, musing and from singing the tale of Lucky Chap Harley expert in any contests, the vagrant, compelled through the ages lost after sacking the citadel on the lofty summit of Romulushorseshoe. He saw the villages and discovered the thoughts of various groups of individuals and outlasted countless miserable sunsets in his personally meditating trial exile, while he overcame the nature’s spirit elements, to return his traveling crew safely.  Though animus or genius would not preserve the wayfarers since their thoughtlessness endangered the lives of all humankind as sacrificed and consumed the oxen of divine sun god of wisdom, the stranger in the sky obscured the path of the righteous.  Of these misadventures, Muse, son of Raidenjupiter sing and recant louder as custom demands.  Start as the remaining that deserted oncoming demise in warfare or on the turbulent depths and having predestined later undertaking as solitude craved longingly of spiritual home for sun’s animal husbandry.  Her Dance Calypso entangled around Lucky Chap Harley, the hero of St. Wapstreat, with sub terrain Lotus eaters tagger gang cult, and though nymph like Medusa eye catching but expression on face after forever priceless because she only craved him for drug addiction adding.  After decades actually seemed persisted it never climaxed about the day unscheduled for him to commence maiden voyage, continuing risks and liabilities. Though Dance Calypso followed him in homeland of St. Wapstreat was missing togetherness after spending time between in Switzerland with Swiss Missing persons unit, betwixt those from whom he had misbegotten.  In spite of the divine pantheon that sympathized with Lucky Chap Harley, not including Kenrojijinneptune, my spelling the Earth god cursed as up was down and left was right to our newly made mad hatter of the Lotos condition popular at St. Wapstreat.  The barbarian berserk cools and as pugnacious toward the haughty sovereign when he washed up was finally in his own territory.  After that they had gallivanted into the aboriginal cannibal natives, the most distant of humans opposite in diet hunter gatherings in time of not musing of at all apologies. But since everyone was gay on Lesbos, if they go there accidentally vacationing, they had chosen wisely for gods not at war that may do as pleases. Since tended to the smoking weed and victuals offering livestock commonly assorted valued at scores manifold, the god continued pleased at the feastevil of insane canteyeballs Caliban.  In the light coliseum of Raidenjupiter on his self imposed mental vacation exile from reality, while passed out, the rest of the occidental pantheon had inner dialogue. As he assumed southern belle Egyptus, was killed by Agamemnon’s son Ballerestes who wanted to not Talko, only sleep or rest easy Orestes. Someone translated, you know how we do, “Great Goodness, how the meek shall inherit the Earth Goddess.  All the liabilities of their terms and conditions are derivative works like that of dead languages global warming warning us to not eat our corpses since they asked to refrain from with tattoos ceremonially burning ozone layer shit.  And why not ask before burning their shitty possessions?  Pity their Dance Calypso and drug dealing pimping in the weed smokers that wait around in real shit hole Taco Balls for their dinner until need to call up Swiss Missing persons unit.  Or Egyptus, for his double jeopardy, sunk his friend’s battleship in a copycat crime spree during feastevil hangover.  But anyway Egyptus knew his fate was sealed.  The gods cautioned and dispatched what was left of Hemercuriostmesis with his extra cow herder’s Io Zesty Zeusy votive Nerf paper sculptures of Dance Calypso and pet calf thighbone Hotoke.  That is in divine business protocol when not drugs in our Swiss Missing persons unit, invokes, “don’t fuck around or I will cut your face open like did to Ballerestes as happens to all who steal my shit”.  Word to the wise, and he just had to listen to his stomach before time for desert.  Then Fukurokujuminerva greedy responded to Raidenjupiter, “O Highness and fair weather feather of the unknown, that carrion fodder is dead and buried so I don’t give a shit.  I am bent over Lucky Chap Harley, the serial killer on battlefield in enormous temporally detainment of isle in the foreign regions’ forests in middle of the world, and, included nymph in the terrain, great pathetically insane goddess of Dance Calypso if that is what floats his boat.  He got his shit together and it is natural to aspire to greatness after the war was done. Dance Calypso would not part with Lucky Chap Harley, despondent and repeatedly attacking with her monologue to prevent his departure. He yearns to burn up the dead drug problems in some holey ground dying to get in the graveyard for a change of pace.  Do you not feel me, magic missile recasting muthafuckface? Was not so hilarious trying to tip the bartender more than the drink cost alongside the Trojan Seahorse and why can’t we all just get along? To this the charlatan explained, “Killer, what kind of shit are you smoking? Ignore that Lucky Chap Harley, nobody that wack gave into intuition and only the boring pedantic Kenrojijinneptune wants him to go away or say sorry for plucking out eyeball of Polyphemos – that perv superbiatch of time and place out of mind past.  To whom that life in a debt death is quickly repaid in full although sometimes like Thoosa of Phorkys in coastal general warrior, as the god Kenrojijinneptune eloped.  However, Kenrojijinneptune did not kill Lucky Chap Harley but waylaid his return progress.  Remember this is amusing to attempt assisting Lucky Chap Harley.  Where is a good sightseeing route? Kenrojijinneptune needs to lay off the booze or nobody would take him seriously anymore since drinking it too late, and eat more. Fukurokujuminerva suggested, “On death party birds of a feather buzzards, off about Kenrojijinneptune for fuck’s sake that Lucky Chap Harley to reach destination therefore Hemercuriostmesis after done with Zeusy voyage to Ogygia orders nymph Dance Calypso with bad hair day hero to hasten trip. I have volunteered to recon St. Wapstreat for emboldening the bad-ass Hudsonnet Telemockasdisplayed to assemble the townies, gentlemen ladies with a nice flow.  He ought to call off the hunt who prey on his snarf votive.  Send him to summer camp restocking supplies for trading information on what is good for.”  She holed onto her horses, shooing away shit stains, then ambrosia provisions since Xtra lasts extra longer so it seems incessantly as the wind blows she grabbed big-ass sword-spear bronze worthy goddess to do some killing of her own. Instantly from atop the coliseum she arrived at St. Wapstreat in front of the palatial torture chambers as the party goers inhabited.  She appeared in guise of a friend Mentality and burnished her killing machine. She beheld the amorous groupies playing charades midst the screams of prisoners held captive until trial not judging by animals for crimes against nature best done on the sacred ledge.  Their wannabes practiced with prototypes of corpses, taste testing poison before the feast and talked about business over lunch, but everyone was asleep after long speech.  Hudsonnet no sooner detected Fukurokujuminerva’s presence than unluckily given headache from the commotion.  What if Lucky Chap Harley returned from his in general murder mystery mission and dispersed the parasites like a good day at the spa in a Roman villa restoring order to the political turmoil? Then he halfheartedly caught sight of Fukurokujuminerva, and walking into the room decided to ask what time it was, as he shook hands checking for weapons.  “who are you here for? sit down and have a drink.”  Hudsonnet followed Fukurokujuminerva into the auditorium.  Hudsonnet found a sword that fit his grip on the wall but was too ornate for giving another.  Then pushing the guard dog off the chair we went to get her cold water with just the right amount of dog hairs in the mug for maintaining temperature.  Then they had some dog or the dog had some, but did not pay attention since he had more affairs to attend to.  Afterwards he went to pay homage to gods of the outhouse since that is when best ideas come, if you give a shit.  Someone served a copper puke bucket and filled it with tea bag horse medicine since he wanted to be a war vet or beware of the vat probably dog piss-ants. The waitress wandered in to get their bill but only coughed up the change in a refund.  A sacrifice covered her face between vomit and saved the day since was an emergency needed to wash off when taking all day to piss off.  He gave a refill at the venting machine since need to take it out in the doghouse.  Then these parasites fell over laughing since hair caught on fire and it started raining immediately afterwards.  The drunk interloper washed the dog for putting it into its misery. For so much food and wine insects invaded from downhill cemetery.  Since no dead bodies decayed they burned the sickened animals that were too intoxicated to ride home.  Their drinking game songs consisted of belching contests that only succeeding in waking the dead.  Someone played the pipe and needed to drown out since frightening the remaining horses which anyway were about to retire.  Hudsonnet addressed Fukurokujuminerva in the antechamber speaking, “Guest of the house, I think its easiest to say to those groupies that party and sing, are out of luck for new recipes and reinvent crude imitations of boring holiday favorites.  If Lucky Chap Harley came back and the groups of party going parasites did not help him bury the dead he would need to open another graveyard since that is more convenient than making a killing of animal husbandry.  He is a goner for sure and there is not point in speaking ill of the dead since the deck is stacked in their favor. Think of the human race and how obviously there are more dead people total than currently living?  What do you want with your main course and would you like fries with that?  Who sent you? I’ll pay double if you kill them.  Also come to think of it, how did you enjoy your stay at St. Wapstreat?  It is a crazy enough place at wartime so travel safely.  Fukurokujuminerva responded, “now that you mention it I suppose refer to me as Mentality, son of the inveterate ruling sea townie friendship builder, in co-patriot on call for dork whine of alien for sure sometimes.  Think in bad copper, mister good barkeep ironing of details of fur trader for trade commission. My crew has all hands on deck in the wilderness, anchor locked a monster in capital.  Beneath the coastal wetlands they had to bury lost at sea in an empty grave.  Liartease knows friends of friends, inquire about work for hire within.  The old man of the sea coming thinks to funky town after a longer trip wining and dining with waitress to serve order when he is too lazy to drive through but needed to rest in pieces.  If Lucky Chap Harley returned, from the brain dead stoners around somewhere looking to get natural high around some zookeepers of, is boring old lazy spirits.  I suggest I thought of something suddenly in sixth sense, foreseen but while not a expert at divination the Lucky Chap Harley is not begone long enough from St. Wapstreat for anyone else to realize he has another profession.  If he is ensnared he would drum up some good luck.  But explain what you are doing to me Hudsonnet, since I am too pacifistic or full of shit poetic justice for helping on warfare pacific fist pastry whipped topping tipping the scales of fate in his favor. Hudsonnet responded, “Killer, straight up I feel Lucky to feel on Unlucky. What the fuck should I care who is Harley’s Chap Manchesterstwhile.  Then Fukurokujuminerva replied, ” the gods gave you a free pass in this generation exec, as fate would have it, but why stop to celebrate revel in times of war when these sycophants don’t fight also since no one to guard the guards themselves? Hudsonnet responded, “Mentality, now that you get it, this place is haunted huge lie and nobody is trying to live in peace with inner demons. Wicked days the gods have instilled in the pestilence that corrupts the world though if he died already it makes no difference if war rages since would never find out alive unless returning.  Perhaps after dying in a storm the gods entombed him in a remote unknown island.  Now St. Wapstreat party goers use home as a spoils of war though she hates those marriages she can only choose her own misadventures and eating their heart out after they finish possessions are fleeting.”  Fukurokujuminerva said, ” Desperately you want Lucky Chap Harley, and about time he returned.  I only hope we find a helmet without a severed head in the door like the first we met. This was at our home drinking and reveling after he left to visit another  He sailed his first warship in search of poison dipping weapons and repelled him though for wrath of the gods’ Lucky Chap Harley accepted the offer.  But those others missed out on the time of day until when get killed eventually if that fate is sooner or later.  If you take my advice start to scatter the crowd and shoot your mouth off for the goddamn gods to give a good damn laugh and option to hook up warship worship with 20 oarsmen or off course men preying on the weak current state of affairs.  After Raidenjupiter consulted, trustfully soothsaying in the side conversations of including puppet rulers of the year, thinks if living and returning untrue if no longer fighting.  If you can find corpse, steal anything of value and burn the remains.  When all this went down you need to get rid of the haunted unwanted people infestation if should burn down the house or poison their food and drink.  Do not let them fool you since they always hated you.  Consider that Ballerestes after smashing around a shit faced Egyptus was slaying his kin.  Therefore you know what to do to get it done after having practiced killing.  Then I should disembark since my oarsmen are up without a paddle until I can head for shore.”  Hudsonnet responded, “You have thought to talk in full sentences and I should not think I am completely bored, but you should get back to traveling since hot days start in the morning, take a chill pill like I do not need that bag of weed.”  But Fukurokujuminerva replied, “Do not frustrate me in concentration for meditation enlightenment and can you come to visit anytime.”  Then Fukurokujuminerva departed as a bird ascends surreptitiously, but while leaving she inspired him with another vision as if a god had stayed the night.  The famed minstrel still echoed and the audience of the homecoming detailed Romulushoreshoe as Fukurokujuminerva guided and in room MargotRobbie heeds the divine music, coming down the staircase of her home this literal goddess with two adjectives in training attended her as neared the haunting locale.  On a column of the ceiling hesitated with her veiled ethereal clothing as the two next with the sobbing addressed the famed minstrel: “you are knowledgeable in other incantations from legends of the gods’ divine exploits as poet describes though these listeners may want something unheard of while sitting with their drinks.  It occurs to me the heartache of burning for needs of warring city states.”  But Hudsonnet interrupted and commented, “Why begrudge our music joyful in sound though scatterbrained? Poetry is not at fault but Raidenjupiter who arbitrarily selects desired outcome.  There is nothing else to observe in the events of the Romulushoreshoe war.  Men like singing most when that awakens from rest peacefully, but need calm oneself and stay attentive.  Lucky Chap Harley was not alone at Romulushoreshoe in not knowing the time of return since so many other perished.”  MargotRobbie looked out pondering and insight took control of perception.  As the silver screen goddess foreign beauty withdrew to the private chambers with attendants her tears welled for Lucky Chap Harley. Fukurokujuminerva suddenly drifted away into sleeping eyes.  The noise increased intensity inside the courtyard as haunting continued but Hudsonnet discussed, “You parasites, haters of good cuisine and entertaining that is now only fart jokes and bathroom humor.  There is nothing so good it cannot wait until after songbird finishes sonorous performance and at dawn we wait to take council and inform if that makes any difference. Though needing to clear out, for they are all starting to attract insects, go somewhere else or find another addiction.  Since you decide to kill animals without even exchange the gods of Raidenjupiter will exact punishment.”  In an already motionless expression afterwards the Hudsonnet eloquence astonished the crowd.  Someone shouted, “Hudsonnet, obviously the gods taught you the arrogance.  Raidenjupiter denies to rule in St. Wapstreat though without a ruler”.  Hudsonnet cooled off and responded, “You might not want to know but would want to get my own ruler if Raidenjupiter wants, kiss my ass.  Or would that sound cliche?  I not know kings’ men, or island maybe move the monarchy and not tell anyone until its too late.”  Another shouted, “Hudsonnet, it is the gods’ decision who will rule ass king of St. Wapstreat but save up for a rainy day rule your home and do not allow anyone to mismanage your belongings while staying at St. Wapstreat.  But remember, realize something about the meeting’s guest unexpectedly and where country of origin or where headed into personal obligations afterwards leaving so soon after meeting.”  Hudsonnet answered, “There is no way to entrust messenger or any diviner invited to foretell return.”  Hudsonnet figured somehow the guest was immortal, but the haunting persisted with more noise than music and they remained until falling asleep.  Hudsonnet’s bedroom, was near the courtyard from, would view entire palace and he paused to contemplate in the quiet while holding wood over the fire.  About twenty oxen past he kept untouched, after folding clothes shut and locked the door while in fleece, as thought of the instructions Fukurokujuminerva had given.
Book 2
As the proverbial new day’s dawning encroached, the fringes of east horizon, the fingertips of salmon of pink radiance emanated.  Lucky Chap Harley’s Hudsonnet arose, donned the birthday suit and equipped weapons with a three headed ax and chain nun chucks innovation, with boots worn covering over the knee for meditating with a divine inspiration enveloping.  Hudsonnet, meeting the heralds within sudden discordant consternation, and, compelled to summon the anti-Trojanhorses in full effect.  It resonated as the gang swarmed in seconds, grabbing make shift weapons, and with dogs of war in their footsteps.  Fukurokujuminerva qualified in a sunbeam that distinguished from the view of masses.  Others stood aside as they seated himself. Egyptus, the one also losing family member to war within the vast uncharted wilds, introduced Hudsonnet for heated debate. The others accompanied the parasites escaping from demise at hands of monsters but mourned the loss regardless.  Listen, St. Wapstreat, no audience has gathered since Lucky Chap Harley set sail.  Who cares if the young or older follow him to death, philosophized conflagration, that consumes entire world in bitter raging tumultuous conflict.  His arrow never misses its target.” The speech cheered up Hudsonnet, jumping out of his position, and the overseer of the assembly threw him a walking stick saying, “Do not let it concern you, because it is not your only problem to resolve, since needing to outsource weapons manufacture. The house is in disrepair and haunted with parasites, uninvited like they have nothing else better to do except torturing animals, drinking and chattering like giant crickets.  We cannot retaliate outnumbered and demoralized to ad naseum, like grave robbers’ disrespect for the nonliving, unhindered.  They already avoid business relations and gods disfavor our undertaking.  Raidenjupiter and the council he offers curses the dilemma and suffering of antiTrojanhorses.  Now others think Lucky Chap Harley can rule, who probably would know how to handle the mob mentality, with getting served vengeance deserved of all punk upstarts.”  He disarmed self violently and hit foot, wailing out suddenly in pain and everyone ignored him for awhile continuing conversation except taunting which interjected, “Good going, Hudsonnet. Calm down, if you want to prove the position of argument, play on the rhetoric of the crowd but do not accuse the parasites of family curse.  Like sarcastically desperate in search of Lucky Chap Harley, for example, weave tragedy into artwork with others ignoring progress.  MargotRobbie, as spouse of Lucky Chap Harley, addressed the crowd, “Horror flick house haunting parasites must give time to finish visual masterpiece before rest or all this time spent was meaningless and shrouds you all in burial pyres instead with all the biatches not to let have poetic injustice.” Continuing her loom with sad heart, has frown face when observed process unwound, to buy time delaying the inevitable of what it seemed.  In the fourth year one of her handmaidens broke into study completing the craft for her.  Now hear the parasites, including antiTrojanhorses, to expel MargotRobbie or ask her to insist don’t fuck around with people that are dead anyway.  She is just almost too good to be true inspired from Fukurokujuminerva, mistress of the loom craft and unparalleled in religious politicking among all fair maidens of antiTrojanhorse, since only trusted leaving buried animal spirits lain to rest in haunted corn maze. Fukurokujuminerva helps her mourn the loss of her artistic vision ruined.  She plays part well enough for tragedy but nobody else can really feel her pain inside.”  The Hudsonnet responded, “Should I abandon family even if dead or unable to relate? But apparently I should submit to the demands of the gods even when preventing Lucky Chap Harley’s return with haunting of spirits of ancestors which speak nothing bad about the dead.  But if doubt can keep up, depart and trouble another house in need of haunting.  Do not kill animals in improper sacrifice or their spirits will desecrate your final resting place.”  Raidenjupiter observes the world at war and signaled divine augury flying in the rustling of the leaves hovering over the assembled crowd descended then disappeared behind the opposite mountainside attacking nearest attendant. Another followed to throw a rock, after others gathering, but terrified of the portents which indicated not from around that region and had said, “Hey St. Wapstreat, listen and take heed of the spreading parasite haunted infestation overshadowing.  Lucky Chap Harley will not begone long since return is foretold, and threatens to kill the parasites in all of St. Wapstreat, though spirits have no place else to inhabit but better than the animals’ massacre of livestock retribution impending.  Lucky Chap Harley helped sack Romulushoreshoe as predicted in warfare tactics, and among the most vicious killers of the land 19 years previous though many wounds recovered from friends lost, sea still at large that would at any time end the party.”  Another party goer said, “Sitting down, shut up because you are wasting time, and settle your own issues since confusing everyone who has relevant info. He actually killed my brother at war and so may birds around the gods are trying to psyche out since upset Lucky Chap Harley is in fact deceased.  Maybe if he had killed you proves your point to not trust Hudsonnet since he is bewaring of the Greeks even when bearing gifts. This is what I assume, from discerning eye, if taunting only confuses with more omens and therefore nothing to worry about except upset appetite to stop annoying or we should chase you away.  Before the meeting, suggest to Hudsonnet or MargotRobbie for an arranging religiously stunt marriage not unworthy of a princess.  Until then Hudsonnet Telemockassdisplayed is in the works, though annoyingly might get killed later on our own terms, if Hudsonnet does not bore us to death.  We do not need to know how it ends since drunken addicted and while arguing the food is no longer warm.  It does not even make sense to complain as seem like hypocrites or psychos.”  Hudsonnet firmly responded, “Parasite, I am tired of redundant bickering since the gods and antiTrojanhorses consider giving a sea ship and twenty crewmen who will guide along quest to find Lucky Chap Harley for new rumors.  Maybe even from Raidenjupiter, after sack of Romulushoreshoe, is living and on return route I should wait until after next year. If dead need to bury him with funeral honors because then nobody pays attention to my failure since St. Wapstreat, like my heart, would lay in ruins avast me hearties.  Hudsonnet reclined quietly and, Mentality former shipmate of of Lucky Chap Harley master of manipulation, addressed the assembled parasites saying, “Hey St. Wapstreat, listen nobody thinks to respect my authority since even if ruthless there is no one quite like Lucky Chap Harley.  It seems less annoying parasites make violently ill since they risk death when kill livestock even if he does not return because some one from the crowd retaliates for common goal and outnumbered.”   Another in the crowd said, “Mentality, what trouble making are you causing?  Why get yourselves killed over a free lunch?  Even if Lucky Chap Harley returned to his haunted house finding also infested with parasites he might not have new livestock to spare and then he is fucked since someone else might kill him. That is crazy to talk of fighting off the unwanted guests.  Now continue with attending to Hudsonnet since he has friends waiting an even longer time on update from St. Wapstreat and the excursions planned after sacking Romulushoreshoe.”  At this time they decided take a break from conversation. The crowd dispersed while everyone returned to haunting home like Lucky Chap Harley would later, as Hudsonnet paced near the waterfront and rinsed hand in seawater invoked, “God guest yesterday, who encouraged seeking rumors of Lucky Chap Harley, hear me and inspire since the antiTrojanhorses only delay or prevent the journey, especially the parasites.” Fukurokujuminerva overheard and approached in the appearance disguised as Mentality imitating his voice speaking plainly, “You were never a weak minded fool Hudsonnet, if hope to survive like Lucky Chap Harley after completing his sentence with what was held accountable for accomplished at Romulushoreshoe.  Since Hudsonnet lucky like namesake Lucky Chap Harley, was unlucky to not always rhyme together and needing to know if what said about is actually true.  Do not let parasites keep you down since all have bigger fish to fry.  Needing to get prepared for war massive murder ego trip and take no prisoners for granted.  Do not make excuses on it’s survival of the fittest, run away and come back with a vengeance like I had done with Lucky Chap Harley before I became seasick.  Pack in supplies for weathering the storm with food and drink until arriving.  I would find your traveling companions who will sneak onboard at St. Wapstreat like the Trojan Horse, and commandeer for voyage.”  This was small talk Hudsonnet needed from Fukurokujuminerva and they hesitated no more, taking his headache through the parasites ravaging the animals’ goods in the palace dungeon.  Another assemblyman approached, taunting and gestured in complaint, “Hudsonnet, calm down, nothing else to fear but wine and dine together like we once did and the antiTrojanhorses will satisfy your every desire with search for Lucky Chap Harley”  Hudsonnet responded surprisingly, “I would not assume to eat in this shit hole again and isn’t it sufficient to raid stables before the war now burdened with full scale invasion? Now I get your animal attitude and there is no going back.  I will return to finish what Lucky Chap Harley started with however I find transportation, even as a stowaway or hitching a ride I intend to make a comeback.” Slowly withdrawing, they retreated from the haunting parasites who were improperly sacrificing another hunt game offering within an uproarious tumult and another said, “Hudsonnet intends to slay us all with his group of followers venturing into foreign countries then restock his conspirators with trained assassins we would not even recognize.”  Afterwards someone else added, “Why I suppose he might, while waylaid, during sailing like Lucky Chap Harley find assistance in quest if he does not also meet demise and that would seem convenient to seize control of St. Wapstreat anyway.”  That was the convo summarized.  Hudsonnet continued to the armory of Lucky Chap Harley and a huge winery wherein having the unimportant possessions accumulated for bartering with others later and woven ceremonial shrouds to bury others.  In storage spices and teas had preserved for holiday festivals or celebrating Lucky Chap Harley’s safe return.  The gateway was blocking obstruction.  Hudsonnet said, “Hostess, find me some kegs filled with your strongest wine, and pack them for storing onboard my crew’s vessel with food separate containers. Tell nobody and at night I will move out.” The hostess crying replied, “Why do you want to leave like Lucky Chap Harley and cause more problems?” But Hudsonnet responded, “Do not worry since there is divine Fukurokujuminerva support but do not inform MargotRobbie, until relevant, that missing me as enough to hurt.” So the hostess promised to follow orders, packed supplies of food wine, and Hudsonnet blended in with the crowd.  Then Fukurokujuminerva had other plans, disguising herself as Hudsonnet, afterwards she wandered the village inquiring every passerby to “please regroup at night near the ship’s crew” until someone lent out a rugged transport.  When the right time came they armed the warship with crew’s supplies and Fukurokujuminerva cast sleeping enchantment on the parasites as they were consuming wine.  To Hudsonnet Fukurokujuminerva greeted in sound of voice and appearance of Mentality, who summoned out of the courtyard saying, “Hudsonnet, your warriors are setup awaiting your orders so you are captain of this friendship now”.  Fukurokujuminerva averted her gaze so Hudsonnet follows to the waterfront where they boarded the warship and exclaimed, “Nobody knows anything or has time to stop us getting your possessions since cannot weigh down cargo.”  He went away as they departed together with spiritual crew on the ship known as MargotRobbie also incidentally and Hudsonnet went along with Fukurokujuminerva to invoke goddess’ blessing safe passage.  She summoned a steady wind and Hudsonnet set sail shoving off making sure coast was clear while waves splashed against the rocking monotonous roaring winds and calls of the captain.  They had lunch in the rain, and later viewed a lightning bolt, the favorable omen from Raidenjupiter.  
Book 3
Solar rising after, in the unblemished undulating depths below, were shooting stars in celestial heavenly bodies for immortals and animal kind to retreat natural disasters’ tempests recovering from the onslaught.  Then enduring the calm after the storm, the crewmen set anchor in hidden driveway of foreign circus maximus. At shore side, an oxen sacrificed to the Kenrojijinneptune who antagonizes our hero Lucky Chap Harley with nine assemblies each, 500 timing out nine oxen to offer the gods after eating hooves like hot dog food.  On the altars were smiley faces for which if too much was served up, it starts flipping to show frowns as complaint needing a larger altar omen.  They made camp, had a smoke and listened to Hudsonnet or Fukurokujuminerva, unsure who was the divinity after deception exposed. Someone said, “Now do not feel timid Hudsonnet, since we traversed the unforgiving dangers of navigating unknown passageways to learn where in the hell Lucky Chap Harley has wound up, dead or alive.  After ask Mistress of cheeriotears so may attempt to steal lucky charms and ask politely or think its a rhetorical question,”  Then Hudsonnet asked, “Mentality, how should I ask about crazy philosophy when we do not see it that way?”  Then Fukurokujuminerva explains, “Use as few words as possible or will think trying to fuck with trademarked stereotyped political position.”  They continued discussing weapon duel fight strategies and Mistress surfaced since heard name spoken while others prepared to serve.  When they found the supplies to barter the crew swarmed around the warm fire which warded away ghosts and wolves. The other general signaled an end to the break and Hudsonnet’s passengers fell asleep around the ship while admirals cleaned up the burning embers.  When setting sail next day Fukurokujuminerva cast sleeping enchantment and talked to all in their dreams, “Friend, I implore you to consult Kenrojijinneptune to meet us halfway after sacrificing to call off divine grudge enmity on Lucky Chap Harley.  He should pick on someone his own size and lie prey to other gods since so antisocial as of late and could do without refilling wineglass.”  After he handed over the spiced rum booty Fukurokujuminerva accepted his customized portion and the complacence with which splashing his drink in her face.   She entreated Kenrojijinneptune, “You silly drunkard if listening think of all the wine sacrifices you would earn, enough to pay off your divine tab and gods would allow to get over hangover in peace and quiet.”  Fukurokujuminerva spoke, knowing what right time to say she handed wineglass to Hudsonnet so that could drink with Kenrojijinneptune as spilled libation and invoked the spirits of the spirits.  They ate brunch and the Mistress of the crew declared, “I want to know if the guesthouse is full of parasites or the ephemeral conversation is unpleasant for the storm ahead since unnatural divine retribution impends as continuing search for Lucky Chap Harley.”  Hudsonnet replied suddenly, since Fukurokujuminerva started out the subject, stating, “AntiTrojanhorses, where you are from is not as important as where you end up and though St. Wapstreat is native land, we are not here for parley with the gods since someone outside pantheon knows of Lucky Chap Harley needing to find out where to start looking.  Some indicate he sacked Romulushoreshoe but did not sacrifice to Kenrojijinneptune and maybe died at the hands of the gods. Nobody is certain, if overdosed or ate spoiled food unless dying in a shipwreck, needing to remain sure parasites wont desecrate his corpse.  If nothing to say, get back to business of planning for rescue party, already well informed of the risks involved.  Since helpful for Lucky Chap Harley offering wine trade”  Then Mistress responded, “Mate, excuse all the mistakes of the past in the antiTrojanhorses with all troubles on friendship of hazy horizon, afterwards float with spoils of war with Achilles’ heel since left his boot heel dying on the battlefield after Hachimanmars with Patroclus the substitute.  Oarsman, even if not the faster runner in Romulushorseshoe war with other horrors of peace, since there is nobody left blame to ourselves.  Five to six years later down the road for antiTrojanhorses the enemy remains sacked to rewrite history as according to whim and though there nine years we attempted to find Lucky Chap Harley a task worthy of attention then despite helping of Raidenjupiter the afterwards efforts may have succeeded too well.  The trickster depends on his wits more than brute strength and was like you except better tactician and infrequently argued about warring factions in antiTrojanhorses until sacking Romulushorseshoe and vacating the not buried graveyard that is losing in battlefield.  Then Raidenjupiter sacked the battleships until no way for Romulushorseshoe to make counterstroke but accidentally destroyed some of the antiTrojanhorses’ fleet until Kenrojijinneptune stole his thunder and shipwrecked Lucky Chap Harley.  Fukurokujuminerva quarreled with other gods for interfering with affairs of mortals too often and had debate on if should sacrifice to allow safe return of the antiTrojanhorses who were intoxicated anyway in good spirits after successful military exploit. They reorganized the warships but Lucky Chap Harley escaped detection off on a separate mission at request of gods burying dead at Romulushorseshoe. Also Fukurokujuminerva stayed upset at the discordant relations between the gods since opposed of invasion of Romulushorseshoe and indicated original failure to communicate effectively.  She tried getting drunk but was only prevented from meditating properly.  Other drunken fights ensued and sleepless nights persisted until thunder from Raidenjupiter heralded the restart of the epic expedition as they collected storing away their spoils of war. But half remained with general as others set sail for their homes.  They arrived with all timeliness as the weather was mildly fair and sacrificed to the gods partway through the return voyage. Then, Raidenjupiter not yet done with omens, summoned storms preventing return of Lucky Chap Harley no longer in good favor as the other generals that changed course to avoid disaster after refueling mental energy on the island of Lesbos when decided next destination.  They asked for signs from the gods and navigated away from the middle oceanic coastline and the ships braked for deep sea fishing when were almost depleted of food provisions though not sacrificing to Kenrojijinneptune anything except the oxen thighbones from homeland.  The rest set sail since gods were busy blocking passage from the first half of the antiTrojanhorses’ fleet.  That is how returned from Romulushorseshoe and knows nothing else of death or wrath of the gods because have no more information seeming relevant since even Achilles’ elite soldiers healed their wounds before returning to Crete with no Minotaur maze.  Others persevered and from that St. Wapstreat you realize more, like general’s Helen of Romulushorseshoe, grudge the victim paying for with lives though none of your concern at St. Wapstreat.  Then Hudsonnet said, “That was vengeful and antiTrojanhorses will remember the story like the sack of Romulushorseshoe, but have not same fate to avenge Lucky Chap Harley from haunting parasites, yet easier to hold grudge than to forgive.”  Then the Mistress replied, “Hudsonnet, as it seems those unwanted guests terrorize livestock, but how should you end the conflict if Lucky Chap Harley cannot assist unless Fukurokujuminerva can guide as ruler of St. Wapstreat from Romulushorseshoe, dying in process of settling invasion.  Then Hudsonnet responded, “I am unsure if I can trust you gods if so many antiTrojanhorses are dying after a successful sacking.” After Fukurokujuminerva commented, as ended the dreamlike conversation, said, “Talk is cheap and so is this booze, Hudsonnet.  A god saving any mortal is commonplace, but even in war from the most distant country or at home with the parasites though at times lost at sea with others plotting to murder, the favored hero could often meet ghastly demise.”  Hudsonnet said, “Mentality, though we all grieve why not worry about more than living for today? The gods resolved it years before when Lucky Chap Harley nearly avoided death.  They say his reign makes him confident not vulnerable to dying and Egyptus might have helped kill off anyway when others were misdirected from original destination while detained in a foreign country giving the killer opportunity to attack?” The Mistress answered, “I should explain what you do not know yet about Egyptus, when dying there were no funeral pyres but wild animals to consume corpse whom nobody mourned after his atrocious sin.  While in the heat of battle, he was hiding out in the greener pastures until fighting with wild animals, and after marooning with farm animals skins of sacrificial victims were offered in the altars decorated with arms of slain enemies.  The general and I traveled from Romulushorseshoe without complaint but as the ship was still in transit another crew member plummeted to his doom when Fudoappollo’s arrow hit its mark.  Nobody managed a warship more expertly in raging sea winds and the general ignored his want to continue so after landing on deserted isle, he gave the dead burial rites.  His misfortune reversed since on the open seas they reached cape where Raidenjupiter who observes the world of the living cast misty dark overshadowing cloud and a whirring tempest descended from the mainland between the ships’ course. The reefers and expendables floated down the oceanic route tossing, turning into a watery grave for some as they ran out of options eating each other in cannibalistic agony. Now the captains split up and some thrown overboard later washed ashore in the wreckage.  Smugglers captured their ship after a surreptitious mutiny and the redirected antiTrojanhorses worked off their debt in tedious autumnal manufacture of religious artifacts of no inherent commercial value.  Egyptus and Ballerestes eventually made a killing selling the spoils of war and started festival for antiTrojanhorses while not paying attention as the sacrificial animals were loosened into the wilderness. Some of the plundered loot was set aside as offering to the gods at the funeral pyre.  Good example why inadvisable to entrust divine will to help complete conquest before positive all generals have not offended offering animals on the altar.  The conquering factions might return to haunts with civil unrest or parasites consuming their unattended territory.  Therefore not to share same fate as suggested he followed the astral compass and for leagues sought the answers to questions on reports of news on Lucky Chap Harley.” While the Mistress rambled incessantly the others passed out and Fukurokujuminerva commented, “I sympathize, but its most advantageous to offer on sacrificial altar to Kenrojijinneptune, out of all the gods.  Then meditate on best course of action after interpretation of an ominous divine sign since if animals in throes of death survive weather conditions it would seem favorable for preserving Lucky Chap Harley.”  They stopped side conversations and prepped the dead and dying food for gods to sacrifice and intoxicated selves as festival came to an end.  The crowd of murderous animal torturers clamored as boarded the warship with Hudsonnet.  Another person sooth said, “Raidenjupiter condemns, as the other divinities concur, and the interlopers mock the holy pantheon with godlike lip service of hastily manufactured religious artifact votive while unsure if gods are satisfied with previous offering since Lucky Chap Harley already offended extremely. Hudsonnet himself could not appease for avoiding danger at St. Wapstreat so how could it help to invoke for support on one already in disfavor?”  Fukurokujuminerva replied, “I suppose that is reasonable and Hudsonnet could learn from your experience and can accompany you meditating during the stakeout.  I should return to the warship’s crew to control superstition since most knowledgeable in dishonoring the gods. The others are mere initiates testing their faith in the will of god.  Sacrificing one animal to each in the pantheon and meditating on the omens received would help our common cause for favorable weather conditions while journeying.” She started off in a hurry like nothing had happened and stunned while wasting no time the mistress commented, “I think you should work out your problems now alone while using our counsel if trusting the gods as guides into finding news on Lucky Chap Harley.  Name bestowed burial honors at funeral pyre if unsuccessful and sacrifice liberally in libation in exchange for services.”  The spirits thus invoked Fukurokujuminerva and Mistress led them to house seated to wait for drinks served, after intoxicated the others meditated for divine inspiration.  Before passing out Hudsonnet mixed drinks while meditating near the altar where less crowded.  When day began with chirping of crickets, Mistress left her chambers for hangover in pool of sacrificial blood unaware if animal skin slept on was real and afterwards vomited in the doorway.  After another corpse readying for trip to underworld, the Mistress started looting entombment until ghosts of uninvited guests haunted, but when last recovered from sickness she addressed the crew, “Please Fukurokujuminerva, with meditation offering gods at the festival sacrifices of animals, which Hudsonnet spared from livestock and while guarding funeral rites of dead body found in the hall pour out the rest of cheap wine.”  The animals possessed grunted and shrieked with disapproval of slow drunken torture, offer of lives that drunken crew members premeditated, since as ritual ceremony tools sharpened Fukurokujuminerva was observing.  The spoils of war long since past burned with the body as proper funeral ritual in votive for favorable weather on voyage omens signaled later. They washed tools on the altar used in festival and ate not burnt remains storing away the weapons with unfinished mixed drinks. Fukurokujuminerva listened to the advice of the Mistress and avoided consuming food from the parasites unfit for offering at the altar.  The animals feasted on diseased carcasses of those unfit for utilization in the festival ceremony and all participants felt like unworthy of divine favor so meditated on the religious sacraments.  Lightning struck the altar burning it to the ground as an omen the gods were displeased with the volume of death wails for victims in ceremony.  The religious leaders exhorted the initiates to remove the implements of worship from ritual positions and others washed hands in the ocean water.  She dressed warmly for departure and woke up crew for boarding the warship as other recovered from seasickness and hangover with sneezing, coughing and puking.  The host kicked dirt over the ashes of cremated dead and Hudsonnet drove the chariot away alone in the opposite direction with warriors that owned horses riding together.  They passed cities through inhospitable terrain or under siege, fighting off packs of native wilderness hunters and escaping raging fire from hamlet recently pillaged after salvaging unspoiled store of unattended livestock.    
Book 4
The company continued onward until found host in middle of double wedding feast for parasites.  Ages past at Romulushorseshoe Achilles’ successor was entrusted with entertaining the guests after chariot races and gladiatorial combat from which recruits in servant quarters of the face launched a thousand ships were enthralling the gods except Aizenmyoovenus, who had not granted Helen another after Hermione. A musician and circus performers greeted the visitors. When Hudsonnet parked suddenly at the entrance, one of the messengers stumbled back inward then informed the master of the arrival as he described, “Two guests have appeared as antiTrojanhorses, but not bringing gifts and uncertain if we should admit them or check for concealed weapons.”  Then the general responded, “You thought rightly but sound way unable trusting of strangers since we returned from Romulushorseshoe without assistance of any kind and others should have same principles of lending aid to those in need.  Summon them to an audience at once.”  The messenger exited the room mumbling complaints under his breath and stationed their horses near the grain as setting aside chariot behind the gateway and showing the guests inside. The pathway was lightened with torches in the courtyard and occupants gathered around the serving table and surrounding couches abuzz with drinking conversations.  The contestants ceased all activity and their spectators vacated through the main hall as the feasting subsided.  The hostess washed the guests’ hands and ordered in water while coincidentally rained as an omen from the gods.  They consumed complimentary meal after such an ominous sign as offering for safe travel using the animals’ grain since spectators were quite parasitic in cravings. After the altar was cleaned off and watered down wine dispensed the general spoke, “Welcome and hope you enjoy your meals and the entertaining among other antiTrojanhorses taking rest after fighting in battle.”  Then he applauded the general’s chef and tossed the extras into the dungeon where traitors that did not rave of the cuisine were executed.  When Hudsonnet had finished his hangover he chatted with companion in hushed tone saying, “Killer, can you feel me now? Are you seeing the view of the valley below the cliff side and furnishings of precious metals?  This is the how the gods must have intended to live from the looks of the ancient architectural style.”  But the general heard them and interrupted asking, “Has nothing related to the gods, was once a visitor’s cheap imitation like columns of Doric as opposed to Ionic or Corinthian. Raidenjupiter’s house is so huge you only get lost in it anyway trying, as locating an egress, but to mortal men few compare with my palace or have time to travel to the nearest swimming hole.  I needed to import coral from the reef coast and only brought in water cockroaches.  All across the desert oasis lies hidden red sand for soaking blood of gladiators.  So many wineries and dog races that this place gets frequent visitors from the trade circle.  Though making my way through a vagabond murdered his brother most foul and blindly followed the prey queen praying for the spider antidote. What amusement can benefit the frittering of insubstantial expenses?  You know the tale of of the fight with goddess of reality and losing all senses until robbing the graves of ancestors wandering around for exporting dead languages.  Prefer living before times at war in Romulushoreshoe and have more difficulty obtaining divine favor from the gods for getting rid of enemies since if was time to take revenge should have completed during the war or not definite critical grudge.  Bitterly weep of festivals not observed during warring conflict and more mourning loss of friends than resuming peaceful reign at festival prosperity.  Most of all worry about Lucky Chap Harley and what has become of him and his warriors.  How his ethereal presence is missed and like shown in personalized shrouds woven for MargotRobbie and news of baby.”  Now after listening to the speech Hudsonnet muttered and sobbed while playing with purple fur skin covering like hooded cloak.  The general recognized him and worked out deciding if should address as Lucky Chap Harley instead or to ask what name actually was.  While he wondered the face that launched a thousand ships crept out of the antechamber stealthily like Fukurokujuminerva and three other handmaidens with small medium and large sized chairs looted from Thebes of Egypt.  The general reclined on two silken couch benches and the face that launched a thousand ships asked of general, “Why not allow guests time for introductions?  I dismiss my intuitions that this is Hudsonnet of Lucky Chap Harley from St. Wapstreat left behind when antiTrojanhorses invaded Romulushorseshoe.” The general responded, “Maybe so if looks like Lucky Chap Harley but was crying at the time left for Romulushorseshoe war.”  Mistress said, “Son of cannibal, if that Is Lucky Chap Harley speaking we should listen to him as Mistress insisted and we are anyway entrusted from former companion to assist in defense from parasites.”  The general speaking, “Lucky Chap Harley keeps fighting for the antiTrojanhorses as Raidenjupiter, who watches over the lands, allows safe route through the depths in warships.  I might have relocated in Argos with herdsmen from St. Wapstreat with his followers after clearing out one of villages to inhabit.  Afterwards in feasting and drinking together until passing out god prevent the return of Lucky Chap Harley.”  The face that launched a thousand ships wept with Hudsonnet and the general with Mistress in remembrance of dead slain from conflict.  Someone said, “Cannibal son, when spoke before times would you have thought detached from previous concerns or mourned though drinking? I do not begrudge grieving a man when the hour of demise is at hand but once having died unless sympathized cannot adequately pay respect, even with a strand of hair removed or not shed tears.  Also I lost a fast running brother strong warrior in the Romulushorseshoe war.”  The general responded, “That sounds reasonable and we are grateful you spoke your mind. That was worthy as a funeral oration from one worldly like the Mistress.  How kind of you to help in felix luck, marrying combining and procreating. Even Mistress with all deeds in the battlefield should have experienced first hand the horrors of war.  We should get ready for dinner and wash hands talking afterwards.”  The general helped the host serving after drinks were consumed, until it occurred to the face that launched a thousand ships to drug wine with forget potion and thus nobody would continue to mourn though plagued with deathly visions of horrors of war.  The opium of Egypt had a similar medical function though addictive and thus a rarer commodity.  The god of healing and medicinal drugs instructed her in the usage of mental subterfuge when a conversant mentioned to the general, “Cannibal’s son you must realize that Raidenjupiter makes a Chap Lucky or Unlucky omnipotent and thus chillax to make haste slowly while listening to a story.  Now that I can recall the deeds of Lucky Chap Harley there is one that is most significant during the Romulushorseshoe war.  He started disguised as a peasant the enemy unable to detect presence of until sneaking into the city.  Seemed so different than normal appearance blended in with the common folk and nobody recognized him.  The Romulushorseshoe did not catch him, and he gave us inside information about the Romulshorseshoe plan, then stabbed enemies. They sounded the alarm and after dreaming of returning home the goddess Aizenmyoovenus pushed me away from country with no opportunity to complain. The general replied, “How enlightening and amusing that in of all the accomplishments in battle the greatest hero in the world is Lucky Chap Harley who could probably kick your ass.  He also built the Trojan Horse ass part of a team when they suspected a trick and yelled from outside he reminded everyone not to betray our position. When all the antiTrojanhorses kept silent Lucky Chap Harley gagged the would be betrayer and Fukurokujuminerva assisted in the exploit.  Hudsonnet commented, “General cannibal, it does not concern me because those victories would not prevent his self destruction since even the most stouthearted would not have survival skills required to lend assistance in this current dilemma.”  He stayed silent but the face that launched a thousand ships summoned the handmaidens and ordered them to clean bedchambers decorated with assorted preserved hides and woolen lounging comforts inside the portico.  Afterwards the maidens receded holding torches to show the guests squire where they would spend the evening.  When the morning hours rolled around the general threw on armor and weapons with sandals for wearing outside then departed in sunlight near Hudsonnet whom he asked, “Hudsonnet, why have you ridden all this way, for business or pleasure?”  Hudsonnet replied, “I came to find out why the parasites are encroaching St. Wapstreat with haunted livestock killing off as fight is waged on at Romulushorseshoe and have no help from Lucky Chap Harley. If possible say what you know or have heard in a rumor.  Spare me no details and anything you can think of might come in handy later even if was mentions of his plans for after the war ended.” The general angrily grunted in responding, “Unacceptable for those others that haunt St. Wapstreat and sounds like they are parasite livestock needed for slaying, though then you learned about war which is what Lucky Chap Harley is facing controversy with now similarly. Then after returning Lucky Chap Harley will seek retribution like Raidenjupiter, Fukurokujuminerva and Fudoapollo on Lesbos cheering on his personal triumphs.  Now maybe answer your questions as the Kenrojijinneptune god informed me.  As I was headed home the gods ensnared me in Egypt when plundering tombstones which incurred their indignant wrath while on the island around the Nile river.  Days away from the harbor where detained and no winds passed though supplies were depleting until goddess intervened after I trailed around alone while the sailors starved from fast fishing. The goddess said, “What kind of simpleton with blank expressionless facial appearance would want to waste time annoying as hunting is not in season?”  General responded, “Goddess of annoyingly not minding their own business, the ennui are not even under my control.  I consider the divine gods offensive but you would know as immortal yourself and have gone everywhere in the world but inconvenient for you how I ever leave this place?”  The goddess said, “I will tell you straight up, the pissed off minion of Kenrojijinneptune is a spirit that lingers away from Egypt and commands the elements.  If you can entrap him while unaware you might demand he allow you to pass through the schools of fish and if want also he can describe the events happening in the area while away at Romulushorseshoe.”  The general retorted, “But what should I attempt to hold down this god with?  He would avoid me if knows I am close and no human would have a chance in a fair fight.”  The sea goddess misspoke, “I suggest when the sun is halfway across the sky the minion basks near the cool still waterside hanging around in submerged caverns.  The aquatic life minions and ocean spirits chill out away from crashing waves.  Later I will guide you to his resting place so you set the trap.  Select three of your finest warriors able to resist the might of his divine willpower since he is a cannibal also.  He often eats raw fish and if he realizes one of your crew is not swimming around he could suspect a deception. Then leap out in the shadow middle of the school of fishes and restrain him before he escapes. He fights like a apex predator assuming the forms of nature’s most fearsome destructive elements.  But every mortal shape taken would have its own weakness and to stay alive he must assume his godlike form so you hold the power of gods’ approval to escape.”  After this goddess swam away and I hastened over to rubble strewn beach with thoughts racing met with the crew for meal as nighttime drew nearer passed out hungry and demoralized.  Morning tide awakened the general from meditative trance, and the soldiers armed themselves while the goddess cloaked them in sharkskin for effecting the illusion. Careful not to cut self on the jagged teeth handed a scuba diving reed to breathe underwater.  She wondered if anyone could contend with a god, even son of a savage cannibal.  The goddess strengthened the general and fighters with divine food adrenaline ambrosia drug.  The company lay in wait with heart pounding as the water spirits settled in and strongly blowing coastal winds dissipated.  Now Kenrojijinneptune’s minion aroused from slumber and examined the gathering onlookers, not suspicious until when invoked, as the goddess tackled him simultaneously.  The minion was not yet subdued when slipping out of grasp shape shifted into a lion’s mane, boar and then bear until finally a sea serpent entwining more than it seemed as shark men outweighed him but transformed into a tree pulling off armor washed away.  He could only see we would never give up and surrendered, asking “Cannibal, who taught your fighting skills?  An unseen entity has outnumbered me for some reason.”  The general replying instantly, “Minion, you must realize how obnoxiously you held us captive without asking first since not explaining at least say who you are imprisoning us for and how you could set us loose.”  The minion answering, “Because you never sacrificed for a fortuitous procession homeward to Raidenjupiter and gods watching over you at war, they want to give you up as an offering to the all mighty god of the deep I hereby have represented. You may never make it back safely with your antiTrojanhorses or eat anything but seafood if not navigating the Nile and contribute funeral ceremony of dead quickly abandoned at the end of sacking”.  That disheartened the general like an overcast forecast and while in taking this quest retracing steps to Egypt since was a long way off.  He responded, “Minion, I must obey your divine orders.  Please inform me of the other antiTrojanhorses who remained with mistress at Romulshorseshoe and any that are unaccounted for, also in process of finishing expedition.”  The minion god explained, “It is immaterial and not currently the most pressing worry for consideration.  You are already angering the gods so I will not inconvenience your crew any further.  There were countless among known dying but out of the multitude two leaders missing after the leaving the fields of battle including one the gods saved from shipwreck and other exact whereabouts unknown. In spite of Fukurokujuminerva’s enmity the first originally survived but taunted the gods that he had overcome their divine challenges and Kenrojijinneptune changed his mind in sparing him a slow death and cut off food supplies on the island to starve him.  The oceans washed away his stored rations saving for a rainy day and he dissolved slowly in already decaying jungle basin.  Your sibling left escaped the wrathful gods as Musubinokamijuno preserved him but continued to adventure among nymph fishermen drunken divine spirits aquatic.  The return was simple enough as the gods allowed for suitable weather conditions of safe voyage and he kissed the earth at once weeping joyously.  The mercenaries hired to keep watch became aware of his presence and told the usurper of the intrusion so he was caught off guard while dining and the assassins surrounded him suddenly to kill him preventing him from completing feasts.”  At completion of his tale the general was dismayed and he fainted on the sandy crag yelping vociferously with no want for waking up the next morning crying until out of breath. The god minion interrupted, “Stop whining endlessly since it provides no advantage to waste time better expressed in righting the wrongs inflicted which no longer need grief stricken back.  Unless Balleretes killed your brother’s murderer you should hurry to avenge his death.”  The general unnerved general repressed his agony internally and inquired, “What about the other you indicate was lost at sea? Tell me precisely if possible how is he still among the living?” The minion god responded, “Lucky Chap Harley, ruler of St. Wapstreat, I witnessed mourning on an island with the nymph Dance Calypso in drug den when abusing substance he must recover and find another dealer since smugglers would not stowaway those unfamiliar with the products to sell. Also imports in commerce are not as profitable after inflation during post war consumerism.  But worry not since you will not wind up sharing the misfortune of his fate, since the gods ready you for the spiritual afterlife as foretold a paradise with funeral ceremonial honors bestowed.  When it rains it pours for the victims of the Romulushorseshoe war that no longer know how to make amends with the gods in sacrificial offerings and anyway no longer need of cannibalism or the face that launched a thousand ships.”  The god minion of Kenrojijinneptune assured his success and ambled away as the general moved towards the crew gathering to hear the outcome and regroup around the ship to disembark after break dining to await the morning’s change in sailing condition. When hours of light passed all crew members boarded the warship then cut anchor and started out navigating after a sacrifice to obtain divine favor.  No need for setting up burial divining altar for his dead brother since since funeral rites would later cover the dead. Now this is where ends my part of the tale so I will help you restock your supplies and guide you in the direction your quest requires after fixing up your chariot and refilling your drinks.”  Hudsonnet replied, “Cannibal, do not worry to sidetrack our mission with unneeded chatter or excessive refueling.  I would have liked to hear about the Romulushorseshoe sacking but after such a detailed report of all years in campaign at great length I would have learned nothing about how to perform my new orders.  I have no need of more horsemen for charioteer alone and there are enough gladiators to pillage the storehouse not also invading St. Wapstreat. They are infested with haunted parasites in general public health safety and ask before drugging our drinks next time we should meet.  Though if I would need to stay somewhere I must complete the task assigned beforehand.”  The general noted his decision and dissuaded him, “Fair enough, but suppose I replace your horses with this fancy wine bowl which Ebishuvulcan himself had manufactured.”  The conversation ended as the guests were crowding outside the home above dungeon since released prisoners who slew enough wild beasts for the spectators and they dined until the morning in wasted state of intoxication.  Elsewhere in St. Wapstreat, the kingdom of Lucky Chap Harley, parasites haunting livestock fought in gladiatorial combat and conspired to kill Hudsonnet on his return.  Someone said, “Does anyone have the time?  I should find another boat since Hudsonnet borrowed my transport to take on an errand.  I forgot to take my dogs for a walk where my other business resides.”  That made the other parasite suspect subterfuge since he thought was headed with his animal herd in the opposite direction and he said, “What actually did he say was his destination and what did he bring with him from St. Wapstreat?  He could have left for managing animal feed in the storeroom but did he ask before taking the ship or was it borrowed?”.  Then another parasite answered, “I watched as he left since he has important matters to attend to.  The most capable soldiers followed him with Mistress, or a god with appearance, having accompanied him five days previous though Mistress seemed still in St. Wapstreat as of yesterday.”  Doubling back the other parasite started away in the middle of discussion which had greatly irked the participants and compelled the audience into a heated debate, after which the leader angrily bellowed, “That is double dealing St. Wapstreat as Hudsonnet had the audacity to make for the open road though we denied consent.  So this upstart collects conspirators unbeknownst to our watchful eyes and sets sail?  What trickery is he concealing to outwit us with next?  Raidenjupiter ought to sunder his rebellious mind before its too late. I need a warship and crew to destroy his efforts to escape and summon assistance.”  They shouted in support of the suggestion and headed inside to arm selves for the task at hand.  Soon after MargotRobbie discovered the parasites’ intended course of action.  A servant interrupted her rest with report of current events and as greeted him with tears she said, “What message did they impart from the kitchen? Stop looming and serve them food to pack for the journey ahead?  I hope they choke on their meals.  Allow me to concentrate on other than fighting off home from wild animals. Lucky Chap Harley treated the hostess and waiter handmaidens with more humane compassion than the beasts that wantonly dispense of food.” The server answered, “That is not currently the actual problem at hand, since should Raidenjupiter willingly permit, the parasites are plotting to slay Hudsonnet after his return from an errand.”  She fainted and became silent when hearing the update and after crying inside for awhile she later responded, “What would he want with sailing around pointlessly like Lucky Chap Harley when the war is over?”  The servant said, “Divine will perhaps, or bycuriousity that killed the cat, if cannot find Lucky Chap Harley.”  He left her alone as going about his business in the home with the despondence instilled as resigned to antechamber openly weeping around her hand servants that moaned bitterly. She exclaimed, “Dear friends, why does Raidenjupiter torment me with more grief than anyone ever has known to man?  Lucky Chap Harley, like my sanity, gone when we most need him and now nobody can help me clean out the parasites. I cannot sleep in good conscience from the day he went out to sack Romulushorseshoe and might have dissuaded him if I knew was about to set off.  Somebody should hire new help then ask them to cook better food and raise prices of wine until the parasites are no longer able to prey on the vulnerable while intoxicated.” Another servant said, “It is my fault I that I should have told you about the trip sooner while I packed supplies in the ship but then the parasites would have prevented departure.  Do not worry since it would only make matters worse and in the hall find someone to ask favor from the gods like Fukurokujuminerva who might spare his life.” She stifled lamenting and as MargotRobbie washed her hands awaking from resting in bedchambers she ate breakfast then followed handmaids into the main hall where entreating Fukurokujuminerva, “If Lucky Chap Harley has obtained divine favor from previous sacrificial offerings accept same from me to end the haunting that threatens our livestock”.  She screamed at the end and Fukurokujuminerva took note of her divination but the parasites clamored around the corner. One of the crowd shouted, “We are unsure what will happen if Hudsonnet dies.” Another also uttered, “Nothing can prevent the completion of our plans to kill Hudsonnet if you remain silent.”  The parasite assembled a crew of twenty the strongest warriors and boarded a ship to set a course for battling the Hudsonnet after the festival and sacrificing living animals at the altar.  MargotRobbie on that day reclined quietly while refusing meals and drinking as planned escape if gods could send a favorable omen falling asleep while recovering from a hangover.  It seemed Fukurokujuminerva assumed the form of a handmaid from Romulshorseshoe in a dream sent to Lucky Chap Harley’s spouse for alleviating her distress. Waking her suddenly half asleep with this apparition she addressed MargotRobbie, also affectionately appelation LuckyChap. “Already awakened? The gods send favorable omen for Lucky Chap Harley to return home unscathed.”  MargotRobbie murmured as she replied, “Why annoy me suddenly like nothing remains to stress about if wait for return already long overdue while Lucky Chap Harley was off sacking Romulushorseshoe and other people were already plotting his demise which is also ominous sign of divine disfavor.  I weep for him if does not return since killed from some unfortunate death unknown to the gods.”  The apparition responded, “Lift up your spirit and relieve your worries for all men must die someday.  One such as Lucky Chap Harley has streak of good luck on his side and if Fukurokujuminerva has sent me to address your concerns she would seem to support his return to you.”  MargotRobbie replied, “If you really are knowledgeable in divine favor, is Lucky Chap Harley progressing home more, since omen from goddess or is it the will of the gods to deceive me with unreal apparition?”  The apparition answered, “I cannot say if he is living or dead because of the meditation existence in the afterlife.”  The shimmering illusion sparkled out of existence and draft wakened MargotRobbie in better condition of mental state than experienced during the ethereal encounter.  The parasites planned to murder Hudsonnet and in St. Wapstreat the ocean is divided with natural cover convenient to set a trap for the antiTrojanhorses home from Romulushorseshoe.
Book 5
Dawn stopped as the reclined Tithonos from the lightened couch rested beside other divinities of the skies.  The ruler of climate thunder Raidenjupiter seated himself among the other gods discussing Lucky Chap Harley’s plight since Fukurokujuminerva was troubled he was detained in Ogygia. She said,” You who are omnipotent as ruler of the pantheon of gods, and most knowledgeable in omens of divine favor to mortals, should save Lucky Chap Harley since he fights for dear life abandoned on the island which Dance Calypso rules ruthless drug empire.  He cannot escape without a crew and nobody else knows where he resides.  He was washed ashore and now others are getting ready to assassinate him.”  Raidenjupiter responded, “Why plague us with your eccentric antics, if you do not even want to have a logical argument, so that Lucky Chap Harley would fail killing the infestation after his homecoming although Hudsonnet is dead and defenseless at another part of the world?”  He replied, “Hemercuriostmesis, who is most skilled at recon, inform the Dance Calypso of Ogygia that the god’s divine order is to allow Lucky Chap Harley to vacate the island using a small craft he built himself and when three weeks passed and he is fatigued from seasickness he should stop at the garden island.  The inhabitants would build him a boat and send him with spoils of war he lost on way to Ogygia like before the gods intervened.”  Hemercuriostmesis followed the orders, slipping on his sandals, packing ambrosia to consume on his way across the seas and Caduceus wand to enchant mortals into sleep.  He flew past a bird migration and submerged for fishing and cooling self from burning heat.  He veered around clouded peaks and spotted the isle in the distant horizon smoke from drug users or a volcano billowed from the surface. Dance Calypso was scavenging for pushers and fire blazed in the middle of the land though not from an altar, more ritual mindless exchange of food gatherers.  She made no use of her avocations and tortured animals in cavernous dog fighting while she was hanging outside in a river boat where haunted pet graveyards of livestock without burial mound blocked entrance to her cavern.  Vines from an orchard lined the beaches possibly for ingredients utilized in drug making and shipwrecked altars served as storefront for distribution.  A range of mountains spanned from east to west side and the island itself was shaped as a huge G letter. Hemercuriostmesis scanned the surface for Lucky Chap Harley and answered Dance Calypso when landing, “Hemercuriostmesis who wields Caducues, why have you visited my homeland?  I have no new drugs to test in process of manufacture.  I will help you out with your questions presently then get lost since this is an undercover operation.”  She served him ambrosia and nectar and he replied, “As a nymph goddess, you offend the higher powers. This is your new relevant info, Raidenjupiter compelled me to travel to this secluded island out of all the regions of the world least accessible but no more free from his divine authority over mortals.  He observes that Lucky Chap Harley was most ill-fated of the city rulers that were at war to sack Romulushorseshoe in nine years before the fall.  Then he offended the gods, particularly Musubinokamijuno, who scattered the naval ships and crashed for others to loot shipwrecks later until washing him ashore alone midst inclement storm front travel conditions.  His punishment is at an end and may return to St. Wapstreat without needing your approval.”  The nymph responded, “Oh, you wicked divinities, you always hold contempt when meddling in affairs of mortals unless another god is upset at it but mortals worshiped as divine like here on Ogygia would not have importance until excuse to continue pointless quarreling. I could die at any time and that is divine favor then why not seem less hypocritically interfering.  Raidenjupiter is perhaps not even some one I should sacrifice for divine favor if he sent you.  I helped save Lucky Chap Harley when his warship was destroyed in the coastal tempest.  Raidenjupiter demolished the crew and supplies but I found him on the edge of death and brainwashed him with my drugs that started the healing of his wounds.  If this is the command from Raidenjupiter I should allow him to lead Lucky Chap Harley to almost certain doom.  I am unable to send him immediately since there are no crafts capable of taking him all the way to St. Wapstreat and Ogygia does not receive shipments this time of year but I can help advise where to seek assistance in safety.”  Hemercuriostmesis replied, “Then start removing him from your drug infested island without misleading information and do not defy the gods or will suffer a fate worse than Lucky Chap Harley has endured.” Hemercuriostmesis the god whisked away as he retorted and then nymph while concentrating on the divine command set off to locate Lucky Chap Harley.  He was weeping alone to lament his final days spent exiled since the nymph took advantage of him hurting feelings for what seemed like under half a minute while both under the influence and intoxicated.  When tomorrow started on the coast, he was growling angry with bitter tears she sighted in the distance the docks where he would leave next day and Dance Calypso told him, “You will make it out alive and no longer mourn your loss when you recover and return to St. Wapstreat.  I have planned for your safe passage and would help you to construct a flatboat to sail on with nothing else. I set aside food, wine and water with spare clothes which is all you need if the gods do not attempt to sink your raft.”  Lucky Chap Harley was shaken up and spoke, “Why should I trust you after all these years of drug exploiting mistreatment?  Why travel with a ship for covering the distance to St. Wapstreat through inhospitable wilderness when few have successfully made the journey if you and the gods begrudge me and are intoxicated senselessly on drugs.  Dance Calypso responded, “I hate you and have some brass to implore me to entreat the gods not to sink your worthless wooden ship.  My witnesses are gods of earth and celestial divine with sacred rivers I swear gayest god most of all, I have no more enchantments to cast.  However, what I should organize and inform you of is the same conveniently fair for both though upset now not the backstabbing type.”  Quickly she backed away towards her cavern with him and he started to dismantle the chair to build the raft.  While he worked Dance Calypso gave him food and drink then said, “Lucky Chap Harley, why do you want to leave? If was still war at Romulushorseshoe you might remain but not make you immortal since that was a lie about the drugs. I am a terrible drug dealer and condescendingly talk down on you no comparison with conquests in battle like before you complete military expedition.”  Lucky Chap Harley responded, “No worries each day I yearn for home or end of the misery that St. Wapstreat mourns over unverified death at sea of ruler.  I have survived retribution attacks of disfavoring gods and military destruction and can wait some more time until fate decided.”  The sun went down and unsure translation but indicates got drunk since duh there’s no way they were still going to happen or that is just fucked up no wonder fall of Roman empire pagan gods.  When day started Lucky Chap Harley dressed himself and they ate breakfast after giving him weapons including an ax and bow with arrows.  He wandered to the cape of the island where there were ropes for constructing the boat itself.  He was chopping twenty trees when began raining and Dance Calypso headed back inside never seen again.  Lucky Chap Harley built an oar out of ironwood and iron then wove sail with a huge angry smile upside down face.  He gave the finger to the nymph and sacrificed to the gods.  The favorable omen was nothing since actually burned down altar so he could meditate more efficiently.  He poured out the wine handed to him since maybe infused with drugs and tasted food to ensure it was not poisoned.  The next day he was finished setting up raft to start his voyage after helped load lunch as floated down coast and pissed on the fire burning. Then an unnecessary wind pushed off helping the sails move the crafty crafted rafter, continuing all through the evening as he watched for the navigation from above clear skies.  The great bear Callisto near constellation Orion, which also shaped like a G connecting the dots when the belt observed opposite other stars, directed him away from Ogygia and the isolated ocean towards mainland.  Lucky Chap Harley weathered the storm with sunset seventeen day times after first appeared no more until the destination was viewed in the horizon.  Then Kenrojijinneptune, who was determined to disregard Raidenjupiter’s commands to allow completing his return, noted his forward progress and sorely grumbled, “This is bullshit.  I fall asleep and suddenly next thing I know the gods have decided not to let me kill Lucky Chap Harley.  He has already unbound himself from the death trap I devised and sails away with fresh supplies and weapons but I should frustrate his surviving efforts since that is how superstition functions in religion as they fear what they do not understand.”  Summoning his trident he caused an earthquake on the ocean floor of which the primary effect was enormous waves and tidal surges so tumultuous that roaring winds and heavy downpour which occurred with use of divine power were afterwards no inherent danger to the stability of the ship retaining control.  Lucky Chap Harley was disheartened and told himself, “Oh dreary existence, should the tales narrowly of avoiding disaster with brushes with death come to tragic conclusion as the vengeful goddess of Romulshorseshoe foretold enemies would vanquish me for taking spoils of war without attributing them to the gods?  I realized I should not have indirectly trusted a sign from gods already disfavoring.  AntiTrojanhorses that had deceased at Romulushorseshoe were lucky having ended quickly for the others to offer funerary rites properly according to custom.  When the Romulushorseshoes had attempted to slay in battle while defending captain Achilles’ body after death I should have lost my edge regretful not to have incurred divine retribution after the war.”  The turbulent waters thrust his raft ahead with incredible velocity twirling haphazardly and tossing him to middle of other side of oncoming waves where almost submerged winds broke on the crashing hull.  The ship master’s mast would destroy his sailboat and the damaged vessel weighed down the craft from skimming over the surface of the current.  He was pinned onto the flatboat with heavy cloak worn entangled in the fragments of the deck so if sank he would possibly swim to shore after staying conscious in the thrashing seawater. Lucky Chap Harley fought to breathe in the raging swirl of saltwater that stung his eyes blown into his face and clung to the severed in half mast remaining still but flexible as balancing grasp on the wood so did not clobber senseless rolling away from waves smashing in front of the mast. A sea nymph Ino, formerly an island dweller like Lucky Chap Harley, perceived his need of assistance from muffled shrieks of anguish and materialized out of thin water in the swell ahead to speak to him, “Hey stranger, what have you done to offend the divine Kenrojijinneptune so that he would kill you then have left for dead?  He would not drown you since need to seem like accident as arriving at the destination because gods have ordered unless clinging on to damaged ship you could make for the nearest island safely. There you will find peace and quiet to rest from wounds inflicted before lending the veil of Ino, which was enchanted to preserve from drowning lost at sea if discarded in the rising tide the moment you are washed ashore.”  Ino, the sea’s nymph, granted him the deus ex machina and after diving into the nearest smooth surface behind Lucky Chap Harley in exasperation he muttered, “Goddammit, is this another drug induced illusion the gods deceive me with for their personal vendetta?  I should not believe to start off swimming, since I witnessed myself how distant the the island she indicated is safe from wrath of the gods.  I think I ought to stay on course with the storm controls until nothing left to salvage then swim the remaining time.”  While he deliberated to himself, Kenrojijinneptune waved his trident then sundered the watercraft into separate bits and with a wave of his hand Lucky Chap Harley affixed wearing Ino granted cover for covering the distance.  The god Kenrojijinneptune beheld him enduring the elements and he shouted, “Continue wanderlust in the vast wilderness lost apart from terrain uncharted to your civilization before you submit to the afterlife and dwell in the land of the not dead.”  The god retrieved his trident and retired to his nightly drunken stupor in his divine abode.  Fukurokujuminerva interjected divine favor, calming the spirits of the sea winds except for that which dissipates the torrential downpour and in this way guided Lucky Chap Harley to place of safety in one piece except for part to which he was affixed.  For a few days in the vast ocean he headed forth fearing death most often when he awoke sighted in the horizon the tip of coast land.  He suddenly felt less seasick and thanked the gods for allowing him to survive.  Lucky Chap Harley made for the forest to shelter for the night.  When he found the sparsely wooded plain was insufficient for scavenging materials to rebuild his raft and contained no signs of recent human activity Lucky Chap bathed then clothed himself in clear freshwater pool.  To himself he spoke, “This is an unfavorable omen indeed.  When first setting sail to this island, I assumed I would never arrive to find myself alone and without options to continue from here unless ship stayed intact as was divine gods’ intention. Rocky crags and steep cliffs unsuitable for diving in danger of coral reefs on the coast with no others like from Romulushorseshoe war inhabiting the island were the main advantages over a lengthened travel to another landing site.  I cannot in this weather fight the current struggling to closest isle and since nothing to eat could starve before conditions improve.  If cannot with animal spirit to offer sacrifice might offend the gods and send some hired assassin or parasite to murder me.” While meditating since Lucky Chap Harley was no longer enchanted, from the side of the coast he landed on arose a fearsome tidal wind current that slammed him prostrate on the craggy estuary and would have incapacitated himself blown off course had not Fukurokujuminerva cautioned for grappling driftwood thrust into the ledge nearby. Then wave crashed above onto Lucky Chap Harley but he held on tightly underwater like an octopus and eventually would have drowned lifelessly if Fukurokujuminerva had not instructed him to avoid the onslaught of the raging elements. He discovered a cave to make shelter at the mouth of a river surrounding trees have yet unobstructed around debris deposited from the sea floor.  He meditated in a prayer of thankful praise to goddess that saved his life and recanting, “Kenrojijinneptune please accept my divine offering to the gods, sacrificing ship to appease your vengeful spirits when setting sail for favorable winds and allowing safe passage to destination.”  The waves calmed down as he spoke and winds dispersed gradually as he lay outstretched finishing his invocation.  Losing strength to stay awake he passed out, resting fatigued and hardly unevenly breathing while recovering from more than mere seasickness. The evening’s chilly air sunk back into the depths as the breeze cleared up the coast.  He drank morning freshwater from river and lit a fire to remedy his ailment.  To himself he commented, “What else should I ready myself to endure?  I am weary and out of supplies with no defense against gods plotting failure and ruining his progress since on land now I would not know who to trust unlike sailing on the ocean where death is in the form of natural disasters.  I need to fight to have energy for food to survive, unless attacked first unready to defend without first forging weapons.”  This was course of action he decided on.  Lucky Chap Harley explored the opposite side of island, now accessible after spelunking the underground cave for bypassing the treacherous mountain, and found no animals to sacrifice but identified nonpoisonous vegetation as suitable trees to build his flatboat again. He sheltered there while resting to recover from injuries and Fukurokujuminerva cast sleep enchantment as he started planning what to eat in the morning as recovering from the seasickness, for which usually drinks some combination of tea and wine.  As he awoke the next day the fire burned out while wind scattered the ashes and started his meditation offering ritual on altar to invoke spirits for healthy recovery.      
Book 6
Unhinged in exhaustion or mindlessness the valiant and steadfast Lucky Chap Harley unconsciously dreamed until Fukurokujuminerva ascended to the land of the Phaiskians, sneaking into the city square. In times before the war the citizens occupied Hypereia known for dance festivals and living in close proximity were the Kyklpes, which were unable to conquer so relocated to Skheria.  Before dying their leader Nausithoos walled the cities, and constructed houses and places of worship around the agricultural settlements.  Alkinoos was current ruler and as Fukurokujuminerva visited his courtyard to ensure Lucky Chap Harley’s return trip she jogged towards nondescript bedroom where a maiden reclined sleeping.  Nausikaa looked like had the appearance of a goddess and a maid slept on the opposite side of her bed.  The doorway was blocked and suddenly like crack of thunder from approaching cloud, Fukurokujuminerva stood next to the girl’s bed and assumed disguised form of one of her dearest friends.  She spoke greeting, “Why upset with other’s clothing unused? Nausikaa? What should you have need of with marriage and wear white dress of such a minstrel?  Pulchritude in such a fashion makes the town folk stand in awe then brings parents joy. Bathe in the divine blessing of morning’s dawn lightening.  Next as handmaidens serve you decorate your room until guests feast into the evening.  Did not most of Phaiakia pay attention to the princesses whose beauty was unsurpassed in all the land?  Entreat your ruler to have horse driven wagon transport the audience into palace for long boring speeches.”  Then Fukurokujuminerva exited the courtyard to the home of the gods or where most often have social drinking and sanctuary against mortal world’s mundane adverse living conditions only gay pleasantly within.  Then the morning started with Nausikaa in plainclothes half asleep and finishing restful dreams.  She found her family around the hearth fire of goddess Kojinvesta serving meals.  She walked to her ruler and asked, “Dad, please send the wagon with fancy wheels through the streets. I should gather our clothes for washing at the riverfront since our garments are dirtied.  You could dress for the inclement weather before heading inside for gladiatorial combat and political assembly at the island festival day.”  She did not mention any marriage ceremony though awkwardly referred to fine attire. He responded, “No animals are unavailable or wagons reserved for other usage.  Get going and the hand servants can mix a drink for you to entertain guests for the while”.  He talked to the wagoner who drove in the horses parked and uncovered the cargo.  The girls collected soiled apparel and loaded in with cleaning oils for washing in the river.  The hostess packed a lunch and serving containers of drinks and food for horses.  As Nausikaa started off and cracked her whip the clamor excited her and the attendants that walked beside towards the riverbed where others crowded washing linens.  The maidens yoked the horses when the others made some room for their wagon and the servants unpacked lunches spilling on the ground with the clothes rolling into the water.  They drugged out themselves and the stained garments with oils and scraped off the food on the ground laying drying feasting with hangover.  It started thundering and horses panicked and ran loose in a wild fright.  The girls tossed a discus for sport and danced in the rain unaware of the surroundings.  Then Fukurokujuminerva went off hastily into a vale, with Taygetos and Erymanthos hunting to alert the most beautiful spirits of the world of the princess’ festival ceremony procession.  At once it happened the return towards the palace for sacrificing to the gods and Fukurokujuminerva slowed the wagon for Lucky Chap Harley to attain her assistance in finding the military encampment.  As Nausikaa had overthrown her discus the projectile bounced off his head and awoke him from his restful slumber.  He mumbled to self, “What is wrong now?  Are there more humans that meddle in the course of following my traveling path though terra incognito?  Do they come in peace or are agents of divine vengeance after sacking of Romulushorseshoe?  I overheard a gleeful sound of young maidens like nymphs playing in the forest or river divinities that lure sailors to death?  Or am I only imagining half sober and delusional consciousness like a mirage on a deserted isle from which I have departed?”  He brushed back the shrubbery, snapping in half with his grasp a stick of olive to cover his flank when he crawled out backwards like a wild animal soaked and wearied from the injuries inflicted in the storm.  He had the look of a bandit laying for an ambush and advancing quickly he startled the girls like they were easily overtaken with fear.  The maidens ran in different directions except Nausikaa who Fukurokujuminerva emboldened not to hesitate.  She spoke to Lucky Chap Harley, who rapidly considered his options including begging for forgiveness, inquiring calmly the direction to encampment for some bare necessities and killing her before she could call out? The latter was divinely censored in Homer’s original epic in honoring the god of death superstitious of. He decided to ask for help while not suggesting less knowledgeable in the local customs.  He asked, “Whatever your name is, do you live in the forest as a nymph or a mortal of the city on this island? If immortally favored you most seem attuned to Fukurokujuminerva and are you alone in this forest or city on the border of many others that invoke divine favor with sacrificial offerings at festivals? You seem like in a hurry to some feast or social gathering maybe for the man to consort though I have never seen any man or lady as lovely and stunning.  Like when meditating to invoke Fudoapollo under a sapling in Delos though some from warriors in recent battle died young, the sight of the resilient plant overjoyed me and I was amazed how able to grow midst inhospitable climate.  Now I revere your spiritual aura and insist you give support to my cause finding way home after exposure twenty days in the mercy of nature’s most destructive elements while escaping the isle Ogygia.  The vengeful gods’ storm has driven me from the deserted island to find civilization if no more of gods disfavor hindering.  Nymph, I beseech after long struggle you to guide me  safely for shelter to rest and regain energy. In what way are you headed?  Hand me a coat skin for the current overcast weather conditions and please allow me to accompany you then I will no more ask for assistance and can continue your party.”  The Nausikaa replied, “The wandering warrior, strange story but nothing out of the ordinary for you to deceive me with. You realize Raidenjupiter judges the misfortune of wicked with the others at his whim but this fate has befallen you and must accept it.  As you have found place to stay here you would not need to fear his divine vengeance among the mortals’ city while food and clothing can comfort you until continuing on your path.  The city is known as Phaiakia and I am princess of the island.”  Doubling back she summoned her maidens in waiting to command, “Return please.  He is one harmless stranger who is unarmed and sophisticated.  There is no way to wage war with one person from foreign country since the gods have blessed and he is alone lost at sea after storm pushed off course.”  The hand servants stopped sitting then grouped with the others to head straight into town as Lucky Chap Harley followed the river to the town square where he found a hooded shirt and oil when staying for the night.  Lucky Chap Harley said, “Maidens, rest yourselves and I have meditation while settled in among the horses’ stable after drying off then I need to concentrate before meal.”  They went elsewhere in the town and told princess Nausikaa as Lucky Chap Harley practiced his daily routine of washing his attire before consuming lunch when he clothed himself. Fukurokujuminerva enchanted him so he appeared taller and had younger face like a statue from a master craftsman.  Her enchantment ended and he wandered to the river when Nausikaa to one of the maidens attending her said, “My lady, I want to say something. I surmise the divine gods are not opposed to this Lucky Chap Harley’s arrival within our island.  At first he appeared uncivilized but now seems like he is of divine origin.  I want a husband like him on Shkeria. Though you deny him entertainment?”  After hearing this the maidens hurried to serve in wine bowls and loaves for Lucky Chap Harley and admired how avidly he devoured his dinner, drinking for new guest.  Nausikaa moved away to finish drying her clothes for storing in the wagon which horses pulled and before starting to steer she said to Lucky Chap Harley politely, “Stand up and follow into palatial city so you could meet the ruler who is skilled in finding way for explorers and when meet the other Phaiakians among the maidservants you would remain undetected and easier to gain support.  Close to the city gates a towering wall houses shipyard where outgoing boats are positioned across the roadway to the dock that launches.  Within the agora, with fields for stables’ alcoves in the hillside, stands Kenrojijinneptune’s sacred altar shrines for those worshipers that are working on shipbuilding and repair with crew members frequently upgrading.  Archery is not well suited to the Phaiakians and there is much you could learn for helping you on your travels.  They might talk like a sea dog about who is that with Nausikaa and where he is from or if a divine god has answered her prayers.  Or if she is entertaining a guest and would make lightly of together but saying nothing is best way to earn father’s support.  Realize that your chance for assistance from the ruler are good since he has divine favor of Fukurokujuminerva while offering her festival under the tree park near fountain altar shrine.  The ruler has a garden in the courtyard of the town square you should enter and I will call you when found him. Once inside ask for direction to garden in palace of Alkinoos where you find my parents in the main hall with attending servants as textile is spun and ask for assistance while the ruler is drunken. Only need to talk truthfully since with sincerity you have greatest possibility of success.”  Then, as trotting off in the muddy earth, she urged horse team forward away from the river’s edge until slowing to halt for her maidens to guide along Lucky Chap Harley.  The sun set as they passed Fukurokujuminerva’s enshrinement.  Then Lucky Chap Harley invoked the blessing of the goddess exclaiming, “Hear my prayers to preserve me from Kenrojijinneptune’s retribution and let anguish discontinue as I rest among the Phaiakians.”  Fukurokujuminerva heard his invocation but would not answer him according to the divine will as Kenrojijinneptune had commanded for sending signals with improper god festival sacrifices.
Book 7
While Lucky Chap Harl