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Authors: Cameron Jace
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few people knew about vampires in the thirteenth century—and don’t believe that crap about Dracula being the father of vampires. The dude was a victim like any other. How vampires began is another tale, one you will actually get to know part of it by the end of this story.
The Piper began telling the founders about vampires—which he insisted on writing as vampyres. Surprisingly, the founders believed such demons existed, maybe because they believed that everything outside of Hamlin was pure evil.
At this point, I’d like to say that everything I told you up until in now was documented in one way or another in the books of history. Some of these facts were merely hinted at like the Shakespearean Fool, and some other facts were described with clarity. Everything the Piper said about his past was mentioned by Robert Browning, the English poet, many years later. Robert Browning wrote the most famous documented poem about the Pied Piper, the one children learn about in school without reading between the lines to know what Browning was hinting at.
Here is what Browning said about the Piper’s past in the poem:
In Tartary I freed the Cham,
Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats.
I eased in Asia the Nizam,
Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats.
Like I said, everything the Piper said about his past was true until this point.
So finally, the founders made a deal with the Piper to lull the vicious rats away and drown them in the nearest river outside the town. If you ask me, and if I were a priest or a nun, I wouldn’t want to spread the disease of the contagious rats through a river. How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin?
“I want you to pay me ninety nine pieces of your currency when I complete my masterpiece,” demanded the Piper.
“Masterpiece?” the founders frowned.
“I am going to play an incredibly tempting melody to lull the rats. That’s what most artists call a masterpiece.”
“Whatever you like to call it, just get rid of the demon rats,” the founders didn’t care about the fact that the Piper was an artist, an exquisite musician who was about to perform miracles with his music that the likes of Beethoven couldn’t achieve centuries later. Did you ever hear of a Mozart lulling a plague out of town? The Piper was one fine artist in a time when his cure was accused of being the Devil’s Voice.
“Ninety nine it is,” the founders shook hands with the Piper. He even closed his eyes and pretended to pray with them to bless the agreement.
“Now that we shook hands on the deal,” the Piper cheered again. “I’d like to remind you that you, founders of Hamlin, are under oath, and that you’re now bound to pay the piper when the deed is done,” he pointed proudly at himself with his thumb.
“The people of Hamlin always keep their promises,” the founders assured him, even though it showed that they resented the Piper for the music he was playing.
The Piper pulled out his five-hole pipe as the founders clamped their ears with their hands.
“No one appreciates art anymore,” he sighed. “Let’s lull the rats. Rattata, rattata!” he liked that phrase because it reminded him of music and rats at the same time. “Rat tatattata, tatattata!” he tapped his feet and hummed a tango tune.
Until this point in the story, I’d say the Piper might have been a good and cheerful man once, but since no one really knew who he was or where he came from, I guess the possibility of him being a good soul will stay buried in the past. I am only going to tell you who he became after, not sure who he might have been before.
The Piper walked out to the streets, wearing his pointed shoes, and tapping his feet and smiling to his tune. His cheeks bubbled when he breathed into the pipe, playing it skillfully. The children started to peek out of the houses, from under the bed sheets, and from the top of
The Piper began telling the founders about vampires—which he insisted on writing as vampyres. Surprisingly, the founders believed such demons existed, maybe because they believed that everything outside of Hamlin was pure evil.
At this point, I’d like to say that everything I told you up until in now was documented in one way or another in the books of history. Some of these facts were merely hinted at like the Shakespearean Fool, and some other facts were described with clarity. Everything the Piper said about his past was mentioned by Robert Browning, the English poet, many years later. Robert Browning wrote the most famous documented poem about the Pied Piper, the one children learn about in school without reading between the lines to know what Browning was hinting at.
Here is what Browning said about the Piper’s past in the poem:
In Tartary I freed the Cham,
Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats.
I eased in Asia the Nizam,
Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats.
Like I said, everything the Piper said about his past was true until this point.
So finally, the founders made a deal with the Piper to lull the vicious rats away and drown them in the nearest river outside the town. If you ask me, and if I were a priest or a nun, I wouldn’t want to spread the disease of the contagious rats through a river. How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin?
“I want you to pay me ninety nine pieces of your currency when I complete my masterpiece,” demanded the Piper.
“Masterpiece?” the founders frowned.
“I am going to play an incredibly tempting melody to lull the rats. That’s what most artists call a masterpiece.”
“Whatever you like to call it, just get rid of the demon rats,” the founders didn’t care about the fact that the Piper was an artist, an exquisite musician who was about to perform miracles with his music that the likes of Beethoven couldn’t achieve centuries later. Did you ever hear of a Mozart lulling a plague out of town? The Piper was one fine artist in a time when his cure was accused of being the Devil’s Voice.
“Ninety nine it is,” the founders shook hands with the Piper. He even closed his eyes and pretended to pray with them to bless the agreement.
“Now that we shook hands on the deal,” the Piper cheered again. “I’d like to remind you that you, founders of Hamlin, are under oath, and that you’re now bound to pay the piper when the deed is done,” he pointed proudly at himself with his thumb.
“The people of Hamlin always keep their promises,” the founders assured him, even though it showed that they resented the Piper for the music he was playing.
The Piper pulled out his five-hole pipe as the founders clamped their ears with their hands.
“No one appreciates art anymore,” he sighed. “Let’s lull the rats. Rattata, rattata!” he liked that phrase because it reminded him of music and rats at the same time. “Rat tatattata, tatattata!” he tapped his feet and hummed a tango tune.
Until this point in the story, I’d say the Piper might have been a good and cheerful man once, but since no one really knew who he was or where he came from, I guess the possibility of him being a good soul will stay buried in the past. I am only going to tell you who he became after, not sure who he might have been before.
The Piper walked out to the streets, wearing his pointed shoes, and tapping his feet and smiling to his tune. His cheeks bubbled when he breathed into the pipe, playing it skillfully. The children started to peek out of the houses, from under the bed sheets, and from the top of
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