The next day I was a little reluctant to find that card, but without thinking about it I found it, reading the message again. The words themselves had some power over me to recognize my sinful volition, but I was not inclined to admit it. Baron Beelzeen, who did not know of my enlightenment, sent me to town again. My mission was simple, and I was given more time for leisure, which placed those warnings about fieldwork distantly in my mind.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw that same man who had given me that card. He had a smile on his face- I did not return it.
“Go to see you again.”
” I have some questions for you, Mister…”
“Mister Fisher,” he said cutting me short.
“Is this a joke,” I said showing him the card, ” how did you know about this.”
He took the card read the back, and handed it back to me.
“I didn’t-there is only one who does though.”
I had some idea of what he was speaking of. My parents believed that there was a God, no more so that the devil, but never did I see them pray, read from the holy writ, or attend any religious activity. I tried to digress from the notion, but Mr. Fisher stood firm.
“That card is different for everyone. The first part is the same: repent, but the second God deals personal to every soul.”
“So God uses paper now to reach the lost,” I said in jest.
“Anything and everything He can,” was his reply.
I told him that he was a fool to believe that I had to repent to escape his foresight of my fall from favor with the baron. All was going better than I had ever hoped; and I believed, foolishly, that since I was the best servant as the baron said I was, nothing short than prosperity was on the horizon. Mr. Fisher was silent, almost looking as if he as been through such excuses before, and only replied.
“Repent or die, Constable.”
“Who should I repent to,” I said to entertain him.
“To God for his Son Jesus.”
I could not contain my laughter, for I was blind to the truth. When I came from by silly display, the looked on Mr. Fisher’s face held deep pain and dejection. It made me regret my act, but without apologizing, I left the town back to the Manor.
Four more years went by, and better privileges came too. I had forgotten the talk with Mr.Fisher and saw no trouble in sight for me. However, on a summer day, Baron Beelzeen called me to his private chamber. Once there, two field stewards with whips stood idly by as Beelzeen addressed me. I will not waste precious time in explaining fierce words that followed suit when I was told the field would be my new home. I wanted my freedom; I wanted what was due to me, but all that I remembered was one of the stewards coming from the right of me. Then all went black.