- Laith Taher 221
Jarvis headed from the Land of the Prouds to the Advisor’s
Mountain east to the Land of the Prouds. Leader Addison,
as a lot of people, used to refer to the Advisor frequently.
Jarvis went up the road to the mountain until he
reached the top, where he found a house surrounded by a
low wall. He knocked on the door, and waited for a while,
until a man came out. He was a tall big man. He had long
black-dyed hair falling over his chest and trimmed black-
dyed facial hair. Long years had drawn a lot of wrinkles on
his face. Long years and too much contemplation planted
great wisdom in his heart. He was wearing a white tunic, a
white cape falling behind his back and feet, and white
sandals tied with laces over his heels.
He said to Jarvis, “Welcome.”
Jarvis was impressed by the Advisor’s reverence, as
if he was looking at the embodiment of wisdom and
knowledge.
He replied, “Greetings, Advisor.”
“I do not have magnificent food or drinks,” the
Advisor said humbly. “All I have is bad coffee, which I
myself make. So, forgive me, Proud.”
The Advisor was familiar with the Prouds’ style of
dress, so he knew that his guest was one of them. He went
in and brought a jug of coffee and a cup.
“Let’s sit here,” he said to Jarvis as he was pointing
to a garden outside the house.
It was a low square construction made of two rows
of bricks on the ground surrounding beautiful plants.