AGAXA
One day a coolhunter on a trip to a certain forest in a mountainous region
finds to his dismay that his positioning globe has shrivelled. After being lost
in the forest all night he finds a group of women attending a festival. They
are all exceedingly beautiful and muscular, circling around with smooth and
easy motions, making some sort of performance art of which the coolhunter
cannot understand the meaning. Among them is a woman who exceeds all
the others in upper body muscle development, at the sight of whom his
heart is inflamed with love. When the other dancers attack him, she feels
pity and decides to carry him off as her captive. Says she, “You will enjoy
health and plenty as long as you do not reproach me on account of my ten
sisters, or the alternative performing arts and music festival from which I
snatched you away. For on the day when you do so, you will lose both your
lover and your good fortune.” The coolhunter pledges to the warrior woman
by all that is sacred to be ever faithful and constant in his love for her. Ten
years pass happily by, until one evening the coolhunter returns late from a
psychometry session and cannot find his love. At last she appears. “Why
do you have to see your sisters so often?” begins he, with angry looks, “Are
they more important than me?” The rest of his complaint is addressed to
the air, for the moment her sisters are mentioned she vanishes. He seeks
the place where he found her years ago in the forest, but she is not there
and she has blocked him so that no laments or bitter, sarcastic chirps can
call her back. At length he pines away and dies of a punctured ego, as the
warrior woman foretold long before on the third day of their acquaintance.
