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Aspares Ichneumon

Set in the Indian Medieval ages, this courteous roman depicts the story of a successful and respected knight of greek descent, whom is nicknamed Ichneumon, for he has slayed many dragons. However, his arrogance and thirsts to glory leads him to an unfortunate treason from the wealthy Aryan mecenate family that has patronized him, after he experiences infatuation with the daughter of their leaders.
He is thrown unconscious and with no possession, into a river and derives into a slow journey of death, during which he encounters the Aspares, hindu spirits of water, often presented as beautiful nymphs. As the nymphs take pity of his condition, they inquire the power of the gods, to reincarnate Ichneumon, and their wish is granted. Ichneumon is reborn, in the shape of a mongoose. He then sets off to meet his young lover, the lady Ahi but his expectations of reconciliation are shattered by the realization of her fear of his beastly nature.
At his sight, the lady Ahi reveals an incredible display of irrational hatred and contempt, and tortured by the constant attentions of the animal, she succumbs to madness, and flees the Mahal.
Ichneumon follows his beloved unto the banks of the river, where she throws herself in despair. The Aspares, angry at the ingratitude of Lady Ahi's and her disdain for the godly act of reincarnation allowing in this world, the reunion of two lovers, decide to punish her, and transform her into a snake. Legend has that since this tale has occured, snakes have been fleeing away at the sight of mongooses.

So I ran away in the mist of the marshes where I wandered disoriented in a maze of beer gaseous emanation from wells tormented time. Bog sand devouring my body undigested, my flesh intoxicated by the breeze glacée.Dans the halos, my soul in dark purple plume of smoke flies in the minds of abysmal shadows downstream of a solar eclipse, sailing chart of the damned, of countless years I wandered into the void space of a black hole. Black lights attracted waves of antimatter dead as the essence of a corpse attracts sowbugs. In the cool forests of plane trees and birches, oaks and shrubs, I re-arose in humus foul of the night on a bed of dead leaves and dirt from the hooves of deer, smelling moisture roots in the shade of large leaves, side by side with wild mushrooms, worms and silhouettes wise that I discovered in the undergrowth, teeming with life hurrying to live, to fraternize with the hostility of the night