Lamb The Gospel According to Biff Christs Childho - By Christopher Moore Page 0,68

out of the way against the shelves full of scrolls and codices.

"You look good blue," Balthasar said.

"Yeah, everybody says that." The paint, once set, didn't wash off, but at least my skin had stopped itching.

"Come in, sit. Have wine. They brought cheese from Kabul this morning. Try some."

Joshua and I sat in chairs across the table from the magus. Josh, completely true to form, disregarded my advice and asked Balthasar outright about the iron door.

The aspect of the jolly wizard became suddenly grave. "There are some mysteries one must learn to live with. Did not your own God tell Moses that no one must look upon his face, and the prophet accepted that? So you must accept that you cannot know what is in the room with the iron door."

"He knows his Torah, and Prophets and Writings too," Joshua said to me. "Balthasar knows more about Solomon than any of the rabbis or priests in Israel."

"That's swell, Josh." I handed him a hunk of cheese to keep him amused. To Balthasar I said, "But you forget God's butt." You don't hang out with the Messiah for most of your life without picking up a little Torah knowledge yourself.

"What?" said the magus. Just then the girls grabbed the edges of the hardened wax shell they'd made on Balthasar's head and ripped it off in one swift movement. "Ouch, you vicious harpies! Can't you warn me when you're going to do that? Get out."

The girls tittered and hid their satisfied grins behind delicate fans painted with pheasants and plum blossoms. They fled the library leaving a trail of girlish laughter in the hall as they passed.

"Isn't there an easier way to do that?" asked Joshua.

Balthasar scowled at him. "Don't you think that after two hundred years, if there was an easier way to do it I would have found it?"

Joshua dropped his cheese. "Two hundred years?"

I chimed in. "You get a hairstyle you like, stick with it. Not that you could call that hair, per se."

Balthasar wasn't amused. "What's this about God's butt?"

"Or that you could call that style, for that matter," I added, rising and going to a copy of the Torah that I'd seen on the shelves. Fortunately it was a codex - like a modern book - otherwise I'd have been unwinding a scroll for twenty minutes and the drama would have been lost. I quickly flipped to Exodus. "Right, here's the part you were talking about. 'And he said, Thou canst not see my face: for there shall no man see me, and live.' Right? Well, then God puts his hand over Moses as he passes, but he says, 'I will take away mine hand, and thou shalt see my back parts: but my face shall not be seen.'"

"So?" said Balthasar.

"So, God let Moses see his butt, so using your example, you owe us God's butt. So tell us, what's going on with that room with the iron door?" Brilliant. I paused and studied the blueness of my fingernails while savoring my victory.

"That's the silliest thing I've ever heard," said Balthasar. His momentary loss of composure was replaced by the calm and slightly amused attitude of the master. "What if I told you that it is dangerous for you to know about what is behind that iron door now, but once you have training, you will not only know, but you will gain great power from the knowledge? When I think you are ready, I promise to show you what is behind that door. But you must promise to study and learn your lessons. Can you do that?"

"Are you forbidding us to ask questions?" asked Joshua.

"Oh no, I'm simply denying you some of the answers for the time being. And trust me, time is the one thing that I have plenty of."

Joshua turned to me. "I still don't know what I am supposed to learn here, but I'm sure I haven't learned it yet." He was pleading me with his eyes to not push the issue. I decided to let it drop; besides, I didn't relish the idea of being poisoned again.

"How long is this going to take?" I asked. "These lessons, I mean?"

"Some students take many years to learn the nature of Chi. You will be provided for while you are here."

"Years? Can we think about it?"

"Take as long as you like," Balthasar stood. "Now I must go to the girls' quarters. They like to rub their naked breasts over my scalp right after it's been waxed