Nikolaos The Man Of Dreams ...and The Legend Of Santa Claus. Armando Lazzari

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      It is when darkness falls that the dark forces love to act, protected from the shadows, to hide their wickedness.

      Some monstrous creatures had positioned themselves, according to orders, in the neuralgic points, while others, grinning quietly, sprinkled oil on the fields following in detail the great plan.

      None of the inhabitants could imagine what catastrophe would fall upon them, something that would mark them forever...

      When a red light suddenly shone in the sky, many were fascinated by the unusual phenomenon, which generated hilarity. In reality it was the signal to unleash Hell. The red abandoned the sky to colour the fields, the fires spread so quickly that any attempt to stem them was useless, the destruction was total and every crop was reduced to ashes and smoke, condemning the population to starvation.

      Among the despair of many, who watched the disaster in astonishment, there was a voice that brought thoughts of hope.

      "We ask the Bishop for help!

      "Yes! That holy man is the only one who can help us!"

      "Hurry, let's go!"

      So it was that a delegation left for the diocese, hoping that their bishop would not abandon them.

      When the loud sound of the clapper finally succeeded in waking up Pétros, some time had passed. With a staggering gait, the little man walked towards the doorway mumbling words almost at random between yawning and yawning.

      "I'm coming...I'm coming...but who is disturbing at this time of night? Thank heaven that I open the door, Nicholas would first have beaten you and then, perhaps, he would have asked what you want..."

      When he opened the door he was confronted by about twenty men whose faces, blackened by smoke, were illuminated by the light of flashlights.

      "Uh...I guess it's not a burnt roast, is it? Nicholas! Nicholas! I think there's a problem!"

      The large delegation had gathered in a semicircle in the presbytery around the bishop reflecting, while the little helper walked nervously here and there, causing more than anything else irritation.

      "The matter is serious, Excellency..." began one of the group.

      "Not a single grain of wheat has been saved, and we don't know how to feed our children..." continued another one.

      Pétros rejoiced, happy to have found a solution.

      "Found it! We ask the Emperor to provide us with some of his, they have so much of it at the capital that he won't mind giving us a few bags of it!"

      Nicholas shattered his dreams like ceramic tiles thrown to the ground.

      "They have so much of it precisely because they don't give anybody any, not even an ounce, and then a few bags would never be enough for everyone? It would take at least half a load.

      Without losing heart, Pétros brought up another one of his ideas.

      "Let's assault a passing ship and borrow the cargo!"

      Observing the grim look that the Bishop gave him, the little man became even smaller and tried to make up for it in his own way.

      "...obviously without hurting anyone...and then returning the stolen goods...not even that way, is that it?"

      "I say: are you stupid, or what? It's called piracy! And apart from the fact that it is immoral and against the laws of God to take possession of the things of others by force, didn't you think that you would then have the entire imperial fleet hunting you down as long as you live? Leaving aside the repercussions for the city! Think before you shoot such idiocies!"

      The helper resented the reproach.

      "I only wanted to be of help!"

      "Well, so you're not!"

      "Then say your idea, because you never like other people's ideas! I really want to know how you hope to convince a ship loaded with grain to call at our ports and give us all the goods, in defiance of the imperial laws!" the little man challenged him.

      The priest's gaze changed its expression: at first it was absent and vacuous, as if it were dull, then, as if emerging from a long apnoea, it returned to normal and even gave those present a slight smile.

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