Aton and the Sacred Bird Kama Sywor Kamanda (bio) Translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson (bio) and Catherine Maigret Kellogg (bio) Under the early morning breeze, the palm trees were swaying in the azure. The green of the foliage blended with the colors of a sunken, strange, and silent sky. At daybreak, Aton, a young peddler, set forth, despite the impending storm. The wind was cold, and he shivered with each step. His parents were poor and beat him constantly because he wasn't bringing in any money. That's why, at a very young age, he'd started going door to door selling knickknacks in order to contribute in his own way to the meager family income. One day, he was startled by an odd character crossing his path: a wizard, clad in leopard skins, who danced, sang, and chanted mysterious incantations in the pouring rain. This man coveted the sacred bird—keeper of time and protector of day and night. Aton dreamed of possessing the same powers. By making the darkness more fearful, he thought, I would push back the boundaries of night. The strange fellow called out to the passerby and said, "Catch me the bird that swallows the moon at night and gives birth to the sun at dawn and in exchange I will give you gold." Surprised, young Aton collected his thoughts. He remained puzzled for a long while. After weighing the pros and cons of the offer, he asked, "Why don't you go search for it yourself?" "Gaining access to the great mysteries is only reserved for virgins. And this is no longer the case for me, my young friend! You, on the other hand, are honest, audacious, and still innocent." "I agree to helping you out." He was about to go when he turned around, and, after a long pause, asked, suddenly suspicious, "Are you sure there's no danger?" He then insisted, "What exactly will the bird bring you?" [End Page 25] The wizard didn't reply right away. He needed a clever trick to convince the impertinent young man. He had to come up with something to sweeten the pot. But he could think of nothing. Suddenly, he burst out, "Bring back what I want, and you will be rewarded. My only satisfaction will be to own such a unique possession." The young man was very persistent, astute, and strong. He thought it over. Nothing scared him. He was less naive than the wizard might have thought and replied with authority, "I don't believe in your good faith. No one would be so generous as to offer such riches for an animal that doesn't yield anything in return. He surely is worth more than that." Then Aton suspiciously eyed the wizard and understood he was deceitful and up to no good. The cunning old man turned around. He scrutinized the impudent youth, anger and hatred easily read in the wizard's eyes. Nobody had ever been able to stand up to him. Aton hesitated. He was worried but also tempted to take a chance. He suspected a ruse on the part of his interlocutor, a trap whose game plan he would have loved to understand. Nevertheless, he accepted. The sky was filling with dark clouds, and the young man, not confident in the outcome, wandered in search of the miraculous bird. His heart throbbed in cadence with frightening visions. Filled with doubt and uncertainty, he walked along, scaling mountain slopes and hills. He went down into valleys and chasms and crossed the wild grass. Henceforth, he no longer knew borders. He was there, from sunrise to sunset, as the seasons appeared and evaporated. After a few days, he saw an old man who was contemplating the stars while reading a papyrus. He came closer and questioned him. "Sir," he said, "I would like to know the exact place where I can find the bird that gives us the day and brings the night." The astronomer looked at him in astonishment. "It all depends on the stars, my child," he replied. "I would like to catch it," the young man said. The wise man looked at him with eyes wide...
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