"They say that by doing the Somersault you made a fool out of God."
Patron knit his brows together in a rather feminine way at this and took a deep breath. Kizu could feel the tension, not only in the Quiet Women but in the Technicians as well.
"That's right. My Somersault made a fool of the God I'd been connected to through my trances. It's quite okay to say that. Afterward Guide and I fell into the pit of hell, and that's where Guide died. It's not entirely clear to me whether I've managed to rise up out of there myself."
"So you mean this is hell?" Gii asked. The Fireflies let go with a burst of laughter to release the tension.
Kizu listened to Gii's typical adolescent laugh. Patron, a blank look on his face, gazed around at the laughing young men, for all the world like some plump dull pigeon.
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"Patron's been very honest in what he's been saying," Dancer said, tak- ing it on herself to break the silence that followed the laughter. This was directed less at Patron than at the others, her voice loud enough for the Quiet Women and all the Technicians to hear. "But maybe this is something hard for young people to understand."
"Patron has been saying what the Fireflies wanted to hear," Ikuo an- swered back.
"What we don't understand right now, we'll review when we go home.
Just like they always taught us at school," Gii said, in a frank yet reserved way, and his friends burst out laughing again.
"Hard to tell which are the adults here," Dr. Koga whispered to Ikuo, in an amused tone.
"I'd like to continue with our questions, since we didn't come here to study how to enter Patron's church," Gii went on. "Our plan is to take over what He Who Destroys-in other words, the first Gii-began in these woods so long ago. The Base Movement aimed at following his ideas in improving production in the village and in improving young people's attitudes toward their own lives, while the Church of the Flaming Green Tree concentrated on prayer.
"In one sense this man was a kind of god, so people tried to do what they did out of a belief in him. I think both movements did only half of what they should have done. Our plan's to carry out both aspects. What you've said here about prayer is very helpful. Assuming, of course, that I under- stood it… "So now you've come to this sort of place and are going to make your church here. Right now the Fireflies are just a group of people. Once we establish our own headquarters, we might very well have to fight you, but at present if we can join together to do something to shake up the old folks in this region, that'd make us pretty happy. Well, those are our ideas."
As Gii finished speaking and plunked himself down, there was applause.
Kizu looked up and saw that it wasn't just the Fireflies who were clapping but some of the Technicians, too.
The next day Ikuo, who'd gone to ask Patron what he thought of the meeting, reported to Kizu that Patron had found these "new men" quite intriguing.
22: YONAH
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Everyone agreed that, apart from Dr. Koga's activities in his clinic, Ikuo was the one who'd been working the hardest since the move to the Hollow.
The meeting he'd arranged between the Fireflies and Patron and the other church members was not an isolated event but part and parcel of his overall activities. During the meeting it never came up that the leader of the Fireflies was the son of the owner of the Church of the Flaming Green Tree Farm. However, Ikuo was enthusiastic about restoring the farm operations, especially by getting meat production back to its previous level. Several of the Technicians were interested in this and, with Ikuo as their leader, were on the verge of mastering the necessary skills. The office agreed to the plan and to having most of the Technicians spend their time at the farm.
Laying the groundwork for this business meant that Ikuo was on duty at the farm every day. He returned to the house on the north shore of the Hollow only every second or third evening. Seeing that the abandoned build- ings that used to house the farm workers would be of use when the second and third waves of church members moved to the village, he expanded his team of Technicians engaged in carpentry to fix them up.
Ikuo hadn't forgotten about Kizu's health, however. Once the Farm's housing took shape, Ikuo brought his team, now looking like full-fledged carpenters, over to their house to remodel the interior. Kizu was using the living room, where he also had his dining table, as a work space, and the car- penters removed the wall separating this from the short hallway leading to the bedroom next door. This completed, the interior became one airy, spa- cious room.
The Technicians rearranged the east side of the room as an art studio and set up a box with wheels containing the easels and painting sets Kizu had sent from Tokyo. Ikuo promised Kizu that once he began painting his oil tableau, he would make time to model for him no matter how busy he got with the farm.
Ikuo brought up another point, one that had been bothering him for some time. This had to do with the conversation Kizu had had with the owner of the store beside the river that handled package deliveries. Ikuo had decided that on one of his trips to Matsuyama on business, he would pick up the stored art supplies, even though the art class wasn't about to happen. Kizu was aware that, in line with the new relationship between the church and the farm, Ikuo was shuttling back and forth in trucks and vans between the town and Matsuyama, but he'd never pressed him to pick up the supplies.
Ikuo described one of his recent trips. "Last week when I went to Matsuyama I took three of the Fireflies with me. I planned to pick up the art supplies on the way back. Since we were driving a van, I knew I couldn't just load up the supplies the way they were boxed, so I brought them along to help. Once we unpacked the boxes, and the boys were loading them into the van, they were fascinated by all the paint sets and sketchbooks, like you'd expect kids to be.
"They started talking about how lucky people in an art class would be to use all these wonderful supplies and how the town didn't show any inter- est in opening a class. Finally someone said that these supplies would just end up stored away in some shed in the monastery, and Isamu, a high school senior who's Gii's right-hand man, proposed that all of them who'd helped load the art supplies get a free sketchbook.
"When he heard this, Gii smacked Isamu as hard as he could, so hard the man from the delivery company who was helping us was stunned. Gii is shorter than Isamu so he almost had to leap up when he hit Isamu right above his temple.
"Still worked up, Gii turned on me. It was kind of comical, like some typical juvenile delinquent shakedown; he asked if there wasn't a plan to use the art supplies would I let the Fireflies have them.
"I asked him what he planned to do with them, and he said he'd take them to the art shop on the main street and negotiate a deal. If we showed them the form with my signature I had to sign when we picked them up, and show my driver's license, he added, they wouldn't think they were stolen goods.
'"How do you plan to use the money?' I asked him. 'You just smacked one of your friends who wanted to skim a little off the top, right?' Gii said, 'Don't worry, I have a plan all right.' He wanted to set aside the money for something he had in mind for the Fireflies. So I said okay. I know I should have got your permission first…"
"So did his negotiations work out all right?"
"They only managed to get a small amount of cash," Ikuo replied, clearly relieved.