naked from head to foot, and some of the males chanced to have long and flowing beards that covered their pudenda. The women felt no shame in displaying their breasts and womb, but they gave the impression of doing so in a very chaste way: they looked the newcomers boldly in the eyes, but without prompting unsuitable thoughts.
These people spoke Greek and, politely welcoming the guests, they said they were gymnosophists—that is to say, creatures who, in innocent nudity, cultivated learning and practiced benevolence. Our travelers were invited to move freely in their sylvan village, and at evening they were bidden to a supper consisting only of foods produced spontaneously by the earth. Baudolino asked some questions of the oldest of their number, whom all treated with special reverence. He asked what they possessed, and the man replied: “We possess the earth, the trees, the sun, the moon, and the stars. When we are hungry we eat the fruits of the trees, which they produce by themselves, following the sun and the moon. When we are thirsty we go to
the river and drink. We have one woman each and, following the lunar cycle, each man fertilizes his companion until she has produced two sons, then we give one to the father and one to the mother.”
Baudolino was surprised not to have seen a temple or a cemetery, and the old man said: “This place where we are is also our grave, and here we die, lying down in the sleep of death. The earth begets us, the earth nourishes us, beneath the earth we sleep the eternal sleep. As for the temple, we know that temples are erected in other places, to honor what they call the Creator of all things. But we believe that things are born through charis, thanks only to themselves, just as they maintain themselves on their own, and the butterfly pollinates the flower that, growing, then nourishes it.” “But, if I understand correctly, you practice love and reciprocal respect, you do not kill animals, and, still less, your similars. By what commandment do you act?”
“We do this to make up for the absence of any commandment. Only by practicing and teaching good can we console our similars for the lack of a Father.”
“No one can do without a Father,” the Poet murmured to Baudolino. “Look at the state to which our beautiful army has been reduced by the death of Frederick. These people wave their cocks in the air, but they don’t
really know how life works….”
Boron, on the contrary, was impressed by this wisdom, and he began asking the old man a series of questions.
“Which number is greater, that of the living or of the dead?”
“The dead are greater, but they can no longer be counted. So those you can see are more than those you cannot see.”
“Which is stronger, death or life?”
“Life, because when it rises, the sun has luminous and splendid rays, and when it sets, it seems weaker.”
“Which is more, earth or sea?”
“Earth, because the sea rests on the bed of earth.” “Which came first, night or day?”
“Night. Everything that is born is formed in the darkness of the womb and is only later brought into the light.”
“Which is the better side, left or right?”
“Right. Indeed, the sun rises on the right and follows its orbit in the heavens to the left, and a woman suckles her babe first with the right breast.”
“Which is the most fierce of animals?” the Poet asked then. “Man.”
“Why?”
“Ask yourself. You, too, are a wild beast, you have with you other beasts, and in your lust for power you want to deprive all other beasts of life.”
Then the Poet said: “But if all were like you, the sea would never be sailed, the earth would never be tilled, the great kingdoms would not be born to carry order and greatness into the base disorder of earthly things.” The old man replied: “Each of these things is surely fortunate, but it is built on the misfortune of others, and that we do not desire.”
Abdul asked if they knew where the most beautiful and most distant of all princesses lived. “Are you seeking her?’ the old man asked, and Abdul answered yes. “Have you ever seen her?” Abdul answered no.
“Do you want her?” Abdul answered that he did not know. Then the old man entered his hut and came out with a metal dish, so polished and gleaming that it mirrored everything surrounding it like a surface of clean water. He said: “We received this mirror once as a gift, and we could not refuse it out of courtesy towards the giver. But none of us would want to look into it, because that could lead to vanity of our body, or to horror at some flaw of ours, and thus we would live in fear of the others’ scorn. In this mirror, perhaps one day you will see what you are seeking.”
As they were about to fall asleep, Boidi said, his eyes moist: “Let’s stay here.”
“A fine figure you’d cut, naked as a worm,” the Poet replied. “Maybe we want too much,” Rabbi Solomon said, “but at this point we can’t help wanting it.”
They set off again the next morning.
- Baudolino in the darkness of Abcasia
After leaving the gymnosophists, they wandered at length, always asking themselves which was the path that led to the Sambatyon without passing through those horrible places that had been mentioned. But to no avail. They crossed plains, they forded streams, they struggled up steep cliffs, as Ardzrouni from time to time made calculations based on the map of Cosmas and declared that the Tigris or the Euphrates or the Ganges should not be far off. The Poet told him to shut up, nasty black creature! Solomon repeated to him that sooner or later he would be white again; and the days and the months went by, each like the last.
Once they camped beside a pond. The water was not very clear, but it would suffice, and the horses specially benefited by it. All were preparing for sleep when the moon rose and, in the light of its first rays, they saw in the shadows a sinister teeming: an infinite number of scorpions, all with the tips of their tails erect, in search of water, and they were followed by a band of snakes of a great variety of colors: some had red scales, others black and white, still others gleamed like gold. The whole zone was a single hissing, and an immense terror gripped the men. They formed a circle, their swords pointed outwards, trying to kill those malignant plagues before they could approach their barrier. But the snakes and the scorpions were more attracted by the water than by them, and when they had drunk their fill they gradually withdrew to their lairs in cracks in the earth.
At midnight, as the men were thinking they might get some sleep, crested serpents arrived, each with two or three heads. With their scales they swept the ground and they kept their jaws wide open, within which three tongues darted. Their stink was perceptible at a mile’s distance, and all had the impression that their eyes, which sparkled in the lunar light, spread poison, as, for that matter, the basilisk does. … The men fought them for an hour, because these animals were more aggressive than the others, and perhaps were seeking meat.
They killed some and other snakes attacked the corpses, feasting and forgetting the humans. The friends were by now convinced they had overcome this danger, when, after the snakes, the crabs arrived, more than a hundred, covered with crocodile scales, and their armor repelled the swords’ blows. But then Colandrino had an idea inspired by desperation: he approached one of them, gave him a violent kick just below the belly, and the animal rolled on its back, wildly waving its claws.
So they could surround them, scatter branches over them, and set them afire. Then they realized that, once stripped of their armor, they were good to eat, and so for two days they had a supply of sweet and chewy meat, actually quite good and nutritious.
Another time they really did encounter the basilisk, and it was, just as certain oft-told tales had narrated, undoubtedly true. It emerged from a cliff, splitting the rock, as Pliny had said. It had a cock’s head and talons, and in the place of a crest it had a red excrescence, in the shape of a crown, yellow protruding eyes like a toad’s, and a snake’s body. It was emerald green, with silver glints, and at first sight it seemed almost beautiful, but everyone knew that its breath could poison an animal or a human being, and already at a distance you could catch its horrible smell.
“Keep away,” Solomon cried, “and above all, don’t look into its eyes, because they also give off a poisonous power!” The basilisk crawled towards them, the odor became more and more intolerable, until Baudolino realized there was a way to kill it. “The mirror! The mirror!” he shouted to Abdul. Abdul handed him the metal mirror he had received from the gymnosophists.
Baudolino took it, and with his right hand he held it in front of himself like a shield, turned towards the monster,
