Still Valley At 20,000 Feet by Mike Burns (my reading book .TXT) š
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this flash oā intuition--if he brung in human body parts, anā offered THEM, maybe he could get in good with the lama--the head priest in this place. So, after seeinā a woman fall off a cliff and die the next day, he went and sawed off her arm--heād a killed her hisself, he wrote, but she beat him to it--anā he came up to the temple gates, with the silk cloth around his neck, holdinā his offerinā on high, and got to come in and hear the lama offer this anā ābout a hundred other peopleās offerinās up, and give an initiation to all those in the temple into this black godās worship, anā how they could offer up requests. Sennacherib managed to steal one of the liturgy texts--he could already speak the language, the Tibetan tongue--anā he put it all in here, in the book. Didnāt even have to kill nobody, that time.
Silent scenes to depict these actions.
(DISSOLVE TO)
EXTERIOR. ON A WIDE, FLAT EXPANSE OF PRAIRIE LAND IN THE AMERICAN WEST, WITH A LARGE VILLAGE OF TEEPEES IN BACKGROUND. MORNING
Large crowd of Native Americans are gathered around a display, where a man dangles from leather cords tied to the top of a tall pole, attached by hooks or needles thrust through his pectoral muscles. In the foreground, a garishly-garbed medicine man beats a drum, puffs a pipe, turns to the successive four points of the compass, and utters incantations.
OLD MAN TEAGUE
(SIMULTANEOUS VOICE-OVER)
Among the Blackfoot, in the Wyominā territory, Sennacherib proved his bravery, endurinā the beatinā oā the gauntlet when he told āem he wanted to join āem, and proved (CONTINUED)
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his equestrian skill, and hunted buffaloes with āem, and finally spun around the pole, doinā the Sundance with the best of āem. He came out of that with a song and a dance routine stuck in his head that he said would give him thā insight into what others was thinkinā, anā all he hadda do was hum a few notes and do a few steps oā the dance, after a few practice runs, and heād know what they knew. Had to kill the chief to escape, though.
Silent scenes depict these actions.
(DISSOLVE TO)
INTERIOR. A MAJOR LIBRARY IN EUROPE, IN THE OPEN AREA OF GROUND FLOOR WHERE INDIVIDUAL STUDY DESKS, ILLUMINATED BY LANTERNS, ARE AVAILABLE, AND INDIVIDUAL SCHOLARS PORE OVER BOOKS AND DOCUMENTS.
OLD MAN TEAGUE
(SIMULTANEOUS VOICE-OVER)
Back in ācivilizedā climes, Sennacherib Teague could use his new-found skills oā mind-readinā to pick the brains of scholars a-studyinā the works of Pico della Mirandola, Cornelius Agrippa, Giordano Bruno, people like that. He didnāt have to read all that-- they did it for him, anā he just eavedropped on what they were learninā. He had the book with him, at his own table, humminā, tappinā his feet--but not too loud--and writinā like a writinā fool in it for days. The spells, the incantations, the curses, the hexes, the talismans, the initiations, the invocations oā the dark powers--he got it all.
Silent scenes to depict these actions.
(DISSOLVE TO)
BACK TO HOUSE IN LAYSDELL, SITTING ROOM
EARLY EVENING, AS SEEN THROUGH WINDOW
OLD MAN TEAGUE
Sennacherib Teague was a man who travelled the world, by ship, by horseback, on foot. He was at home wherever he was, whether it was with a bandit chief in the Bavarian forests, or a feudal lord in Transylvania, or a Turkish pasha, or a witch-burninā cleric in Salem, or a village wizard down in the Congo or a medicine man among the Plains Indians out west. He was a quick study to learn new languages, too, and to learn the lay of the land in foreign places. Most often, heād end up killinā these men he got the magic from. Lotta times, there was people whoād been under the heel of these men of magic, anā theyād think he did it to free them. THEY thought of him as a hero. āLotta them worshipped the very ground Sennacherib Teague walked on, and thought he was an avenging angel sent by...well, you know what I mean. They thought they knew the man. They thought he was a fighter against oppression, a man tryinā to forge justice in the world. But he really was after the ones who oppressed with magic, so he could take their spells and their potions and their amulets and their curses away from āem--takinā āem for his own. He wanted to be the king of all the conjurers. Sounds strange to say that ābout a man born and raised a Puritan, donāt it? But still, thatās (CONTINUED) //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////what he wanted. Thatās what he hunted for---newer and stronger magic, and he wrote it all down in this here book. The titleās in Latin, and it means āBook of All the Magic Arts.ā The gilt title inscription and the illustrations on the pages werenāt done by him; he
forced a monk in Italy to do all that for him, and the monk ended up committinā suicide after he was done. He couldnāt handle that heād been a part of somethinā like this here. Anyhow, thatās the story oā where the book come from. Itās been handed down from seventh son to seventh son till it finally reached me.
I donāt claim to be the warrior or adventurer that Sennacherib Teague was. I donāt have to be. Iām a better conjurer than he ever dreamed oā beinā, ācause Iāve had the book to read and conjure from all my life, with all the latent power of a seventh son of a seventh son, seventh in a line of seventh sons of seventh sons. Sennacheribās descendants, the seventh sons of seventh sons, my ancestors, they mostly were content to use it to settle feuds and vendettas, get petty revenge on people what wronged em, that kinda thing. They was short on imagination. āCourse, they didnāt have no great, earth-shakinā cause to use the book for, like I got now.
Sergeant Paradine has been thoughtfully handling his glass. He looks up sharply at this last statement, sets down the glass, and rises to his feet, almost guiltily, feeling as if another spell upon him has finally been broken.
SERGEANT PARADINE
Mr. Teague, that cause is one I believe in, too. And I need to do my part in it. I need to get back to my unit, make my report. But listen here, Mr. Teague, what about you? You got all this power in that book. I seen for myself what it can do (gestures vaguely at the window). Why donāt you use it to bring us victory, once and for all? Why not use it to freeze-up every Union soldier everywhere? Bring all those armies to a halt! Why donāt you do it, Mr. Teague?
OLD MAN TEAGUE
Once upon a time, son, I couldāve. What I done to them, I could do to the whole Union army. Freeze āem all in their tracks. Once, I coulda opened up a path to Washington, so that Bobby Lee could ride in there with three Confederate troopers, and take over the whole country.
SERGEANT PARADINE
You keep sayinā you couldāve, old man.
Silent scenes to depict these actions.
(DISSOLVE TO)
EXTERIOR. ON A WIDE, FLAT EXPANSE OF PRAIRIE LAND IN THE AMERICAN WEST, WITH A LARGE VILLAGE OF TEEPEES IN BACKGROUND. MORNING
Large crowd of Native Americans are gathered around a display, where a man dangles from leather cords tied to the top of a tall pole, attached by hooks or needles thrust through his pectoral muscles. In the foreground, a garishly-garbed medicine man beats a drum, puffs a pipe, turns to the successive four points of the compass, and utters incantations.
OLD MAN TEAGUE
(SIMULTANEOUS VOICE-OVER)
Among the Blackfoot, in the Wyominā territory, Sennacherib proved his bravery, endurinā the beatinā oā the gauntlet when he told āem he wanted to join āem, and proved (CONTINUED)
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
his equestrian skill, and hunted buffaloes with āem, and finally spun around the pole, doinā the Sundance with the best of āem. He came out of that with a song and a dance routine stuck in his head that he said would give him thā insight into what others was thinkinā, anā all he hadda do was hum a few notes and do a few steps oā the dance, after a few practice runs, and heād know what they knew. Had to kill the chief to escape, though.
Silent scenes depict these actions.
(DISSOLVE TO)
INTERIOR. A MAJOR LIBRARY IN EUROPE, IN THE OPEN AREA OF GROUND FLOOR WHERE INDIVIDUAL STUDY DESKS, ILLUMINATED BY LANTERNS, ARE AVAILABLE, AND INDIVIDUAL SCHOLARS PORE OVER BOOKS AND DOCUMENTS.
OLD MAN TEAGUE
(SIMULTANEOUS VOICE-OVER)
Back in ācivilizedā climes, Sennacherib Teague could use his new-found skills oā mind-readinā to pick the brains of scholars a-studyinā the works of Pico della Mirandola, Cornelius Agrippa, Giordano Bruno, people like that. He didnāt have to read all that-- they did it for him, anā he just eavedropped on what they were learninā. He had the book with him, at his own table, humminā, tappinā his feet--but not too loud--and writinā like a writinā fool in it for days. The spells, the incantations, the curses, the hexes, the talismans, the initiations, the invocations oā the dark powers--he got it all.
Silent scenes to depict these actions.
(DISSOLVE TO)
BACK TO HOUSE IN LAYSDELL, SITTING ROOM
EARLY EVENING, AS SEEN THROUGH WINDOW
OLD MAN TEAGUE
Sennacherib Teague was a man who travelled the world, by ship, by horseback, on foot. He was at home wherever he was, whether it was with a bandit chief in the Bavarian forests, or a feudal lord in Transylvania, or a Turkish pasha, or a witch-burninā cleric in Salem, or a village wizard down in the Congo or a medicine man among the Plains Indians out west. He was a quick study to learn new languages, too, and to learn the lay of the land in foreign places. Most often, heād end up killinā these men he got the magic from. Lotta times, there was people whoād been under the heel of these men of magic, anā theyād think he did it to free them. THEY thought of him as a hero. āLotta them worshipped the very ground Sennacherib Teague walked on, and thought he was an avenging angel sent by...well, you know what I mean. They thought they knew the man. They thought he was a fighter against oppression, a man tryinā to forge justice in the world. But he really was after the ones who oppressed with magic, so he could take their spells and their potions and their amulets and their curses away from āem--takinā āem for his own. He wanted to be the king of all the conjurers. Sounds strange to say that ābout a man born and raised a Puritan, donāt it? But still, thatās (CONTINUED) //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////what he wanted. Thatās what he hunted for---newer and stronger magic, and he wrote it all down in this here book. The titleās in Latin, and it means āBook of All the Magic Arts.ā The gilt title inscription and the illustrations on the pages werenāt done by him; he
forced a monk in Italy to do all that for him, and the monk ended up committinā suicide after he was done. He couldnāt handle that heād been a part of somethinā like this here. Anyhow, thatās the story oā where the book come from. Itās been handed down from seventh son to seventh son till it finally reached me.
I donāt claim to be the warrior or adventurer that Sennacherib Teague was. I donāt have to be. Iām a better conjurer than he ever dreamed oā beinā, ācause Iāve had the book to read and conjure from all my life, with all the latent power of a seventh son of a seventh son, seventh in a line of seventh sons of seventh sons. Sennacheribās descendants, the seventh sons of seventh sons, my ancestors, they mostly were content to use it to settle feuds and vendettas, get petty revenge on people what wronged em, that kinda thing. They was short on imagination. āCourse, they didnāt have no great, earth-shakinā cause to use the book for, like I got now.
Sergeant Paradine has been thoughtfully handling his glass. He looks up sharply at this last statement, sets down the glass, and rises to his feet, almost guiltily, feeling as if another spell upon him has finally been broken.
SERGEANT PARADINE
Mr. Teague, that cause is one I believe in, too. And I need to do my part in it. I need to get back to my unit, make my report. But listen here, Mr. Teague, what about you? You got all this power in that book. I seen for myself what it can do (gestures vaguely at the window). Why donāt you use it to bring us victory, once and for all? Why not use it to freeze-up every Union soldier everywhere? Bring all those armies to a halt! Why donāt you do it, Mr. Teague?
OLD MAN TEAGUE
Once upon a time, son, I couldāve. What I done to them, I could do to the whole Union army. Freeze āem all in their tracks. Once, I coulda opened up a path to Washington, so that Bobby Lee could ride in there with three Confederate troopers, and take over the whole country.
SERGEANT PARADINE
You keep sayinā you couldāve, old man.
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