The Last Warning

By Z.N. Batiyeli

Suzan, living totally isolated from the outside world after the tragedy she had been through, accepted this night job in Topkapi Palace, where she also lived. Taking a nap she suddenly leaped out in bed. Turning to her right, she got petrified when she saw a silhouette of an old-time pharaoh standing at her door. The man, as well as his clothes, were pale white from top to the bottom. The only make up applied on his mouth, nose and around his eyes were tend to be dark gray, and partly black. His eyes were dull and his gaze was fixed, his mouth curled up with a dry smile and he was waiting for being sure that Suzan had seen him.

A ghost? An alien?

This vision wasnt the only one she was going to face in the Topkapi Palace.

A big nothing followed after the declarations of the media that Noahs Ark had been found in Turkey, as it had never been announced. The ark was found and, with it, a much more mysterious and important note signed with God. The note was pointing to the Palace, where His last warning been hidden.

The many foreign agents now placed in the Palace with domestic traitorous cooperation made Suzan believe in no one. When this task become too complicated to handle it alone, she was forced to work with few people inside and outside, including Thomas, whom she knew as the most dangerous nemesis agent, starting from the very first day.

Under incredibly hard conditions, the only remaining question was; how will they succeed in finding the last warning and survive while trying not to loose it against the dark organizations?

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Feb 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781489715296

Z.N. Batiyeli

Nilgun was born in Istanbul, Turkey and studied in Germany. After she worked many years in international companies, she decided to quit her job and began to write novels. She has two adult children and a grandson. Apart of this one, there are 3 more written books, all under the category; fiction, mystery-fiction. They will meet the readers soon, after the translations have been made. The Titles of the Novels she wrote: Seed of Souls Is It Worth? My Room Mate Inside Me

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LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 01/19/2018

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Chapter 88

Chapter 89

Chapter 90

Chapter 91

Chapter 92

Chapter 93

Chapter 94

Chapter 95

Chapter 96

Chapter 97

Chapter 98

Chapter 99

Chapter 100

Chapter 101

About The Author

CHAPTER 1

There were still two hours to the beginning of her task. Her eyes had become heavier because of reading and she had decided for a little nap. After a period of falling asleep, she suddenly leaped out in the bed. For a moment, she thought it was one of her familiar nightmares that had been reduced quite a lot lately. But it was not.

The TV was loud, the air conditioning was blowing air in the highest level, the cellphone and the alarm clock were ringing at the same time. Trying to understand what was going on in amazement, Suzan reached for the commode to silence the cell phone, which she didn’t remember if she had set before and she got petrified with her hand in the air, turned aside in the bed.

The commode was facing the door of the room and a silhoutte in the doorway was watching her. She was too paralyzed to react to that person, whom she was having fearful eyes on and she was puzzled what to believe.

The fact that a stranger was standing on the bedroom door had lost its importance due to the appearence of the man, for the one who was about to close the door quietly looking at her was an old time pharaoh. However, there was no colour on his outfit and his extravagant make-up. The man, as well as his clothes, were pale white from top to the bottom. The only make up applied on his mouth, nose and around his eyes were tend to be dark gray, and partly black.

His eyes were dull and his gaze was fixed, his mouth curled up with a dry smile and he was waiting for being sure that Suzan had seen him.

It was impossible for Suzan to move as the possibilities were running through her head. The room was completely vanished, being in another dimension she was locked in the door and the thing standing there. Just as a whisper ghost came out of her mouth, when the door was closed with a click sound and the vision disappeared with this sound.

What made Suzan who was thinking she was stuck in bed forever with frightened feelings and a stoned body was a song that was being sung loudly on television. She got up from the bed with heavy moves, without taking her eyes off of the door. First she switched off the alarm of the mobile phone, then moving towards the television, she took the remote control that was on the TV.

Then she became aware of the truth one more time, though involuntarily.

She would seldom watch TV, she would only watch the news once a day. However, as she was occupied with the books she read and her computer, the TV would be on, directed to a news channel and would take the task of background music. As she never watched TV in bed, she would always switch it off and put the remote control on it. Now she was blankly staring at the remote control that she had taken from top of the TV. She was sure that the television was switched off when she laid down in the bed and the remote control that she was holding now had been on the TV. Then how was the TV switched on? Suddenly looking more pale, she remembered the silluhette at the door. So that thing, whatever it was, had wandered around her room and switched the TV on. Shivering with this thought, Suzan was about to press the switch-off button of the TV, the screen changed and there appeared Topkapi Palace where she was working. Making nothing of the vision that was reflected in sections, Suzan began to watch it quietly. There were visuals in sequence, as if it was shot by a security cam and systematically transfered; first the visual of the palace from sea, then the visuals of the sea and the surroundings from the palace and finally the visuals of all the chambers and places of the palace starting from the yard.

She tried to switch the channel unconsciously by pressing the buttons of the remote control in vain. When the television stopped showing the Topkapı Palace and the surroundings, it switched itself off just like it switched on.

Not being able to think anymore, Suzan understood neither what she had been witnessed properly nor who had revealed those visuals, why and how he had done this.

Traumatized by what she was through, the young woman thought a shower was a good idea for her soaking wet body because of sweating. However, this thought vanished once the thought of staying alone in her flat where she had been feeling safe until now. With still shaking hands, she was hardly able to change the blouse she was wearing and left the room rapidly.

CHAPTER 2

At the double, she left her quiet flat with three rooms where she used to live without being seen by anyone. Taking a deep breath, she wondered what time it was and shot a glance at her wrist.

At 5pm, Suzan would always start her job that she took over at 8. Now it was 5:35 and this showed that she was 35 minutes late.

One of the officials of the Topkapi Palace, Mr. Lambert packed his bag and was making his last phone call. Soon Suzan would come in and they would make their daily conversation. Mr. Lambert was a famous American historian, of German origin. As he adored the Ottoman history and the historical treasures of Turkey, he had tried for more than two years to come to Topkapı Palace and make the studies he wanted in the right spot. And finally he was appointed as a temporary offical and the asistant of the director in here which was so significant to himself. However, he was told that it was only for a year and except a few people, nobody would know that he was present here as an official.

The director of the palace, Taha Tahsin was disturbed due to this situation and he was avoiding to see Mr. Lambert. Supposedly, he had his own reasons to be thinking like that, but Lambert didn’t care about it and was thinking, he shall leave me alone with my work, that’s all I’m asking him.

After all, he had been here at the center of the civilization for five months.

CHAPTER 3

Suzan wonderingly began to walk in the corridors where there were only the security guards and last few visitors. The tourists were trying to tell them as usual that they needed a few more minutes and that they didn’t have any other day. Some were really hard to be convinced and caused many problems.

Those were also very difficult. Although they knew they were in the corridor right out of the Harem chamber, had seen the chamber and the visiting hour was over, they were still making the official sweat.

It was a group composed of four people, one of them was a woman. This woman was shouting at the security guard and trying to tell him something with hand gestures. She was saying something by mixing her bad English with her Italian and sometimes literally begging the security guard holding his hands. Meanwhile, the other three were not reacing upon this but kept taking photos one after another, without wasting time. As Suzan was passing by and was about to round the other corridor, one of the men suddenly turned and came face to face with her and took a picture of her pressing the button. That unexpected flash came out of the shutter button made Suzan stop, get angry and move forward to the man. Right at that moment, they caught eachother’s eye. The young man first smiled at Suzan, then blinked flirtadiously with his honey-coloured slightly slanted eyes.

Somehow, Suzan was bewildered with this gesture and not knowing what she must have done, she turned her back at this sassy man and went on walking.

If Suzan was willing to listen to her mind and heart, she would think about what happened to her in her room today, focusing on the issue, she would decide on what would happen and what she must have done. It had been one or two hours since incident, but she couldn’t question whether what she had been through was a dream or real. Instead, Suzan wanted to deny everything just like she did when she had experienced the greatest sorrow ever. By acting so, she was deceiving herself by thinking it never happened. This was the only way that would make her go on living. If what happened today was real, then it was so extraordinary that Suzan didn’t even want to think about coping up with. She even didn’t want to know why her mind was playing such games on her. That’s why, she rebuilt the wall in her brain, that she used to build. She only had another nightmare today, that was it. When accepting the incident like that, it was easy to get angry at a tourist, to occupy her mind with the man’s meaningless behaviour.

However, whatever she did, everything was waiting in ambush somewhere in her mind, was looking for the time when they would make Suzan face the reality with a spark like it happened to those with a memory loss.

CHAPTER 4

Approaching to Lambert’s door, Suzan was surprised with herself when she realized she was still thinking about that stranger. Something in this scene had threw off her balance and she was still thinking of the honey coloured slanted eyes that looked at her. Thinking, They weren’t that dangerous. You have seen much worse!, she knocked on the door of Lambert and before she got a respond, she half opened the door.

Occupied with stucking some files in his bag, Lambert just raised one of his hands to wave Suzan, a roll of papers slipped down and were spreaded all over the room. Then Lambert greeted her;

Hi Suzan, nice to see you! You are a bit late today, aren’t you?

Having lost her belief, love she had for people and the most importantly her passion to live on, Suzan wouldn’t lean towards to the Germans and Americans because of their politics although she had many German and American friends. However, as long as they weren’t politicians or journalists, she would accept everyone as a world citizen and she would love or hate them looking at their personalities, characters and the energy she received from them.

She liked that man very much. Eventhough his extreme sincerity, honesty, friendliness and humanist side would sometimes make one think about how real he was. Lambert straightened to the point collecting the papers from the floor;

So what have you done today? Have you checked the texts about Istanbul in the Byzantine period that I gave you?

Yes, Suzan said with her perfect German. (As Suzan had a good command of both German and English, Lambert and she would speak mixing those languages.)

"Nevertheless, I haven’t found the answer I desire, yet. More precisely, I think they aren’t sufficient to me. I guess…

It is weird that it is not surprising to me, Lambert intervened. "You have the profile of a historian who is late. And of course, as you are late, you want to know everything and get the answers as fast as you could. Moreover, you are too sassy about this matter. You dare think ‘why what I think hasn’t been thought before and why hasn’t such a research been made and written down and I guess… guess…’ Am I right?

Yes, I think you are right. I have neither time nor historical knowledge to search everything. That’s why I want everything ready. And if you the historians are still insufficient, and if I think about and question them instead of you because of my curiosity, it is not called ‘sass’ but your insufficiency.

Wow! Now you are taking the people like us who have devoted their lives to search and interprete the world from the day it has existed and present the findings to you on a silver plate as for a fool?

"I am afraid you the history researchers and writers don’t use the pratical intelligence much… I guess. I rather compare you with detectives. In my opinion, you reinterpreate the solved and proven events differently. Like trying to rediscover America. Moreover, although this discovery has been known well with the proofs, you waste time, looking behind, thinking whether they took this route or that route; the Spanishes discovered it or the Portugueses as the steelsman was a Portuegese etc.etc. At this point, my respect I have for you (not for all of you, of course) gets damaged seriously. Everything is reinterpretated and changed in differents ways. Like everyone else, the historians die and they will keep on dying. However, the researches and books they leave behind have a significant role in the existence and development of the world….But if you leave people with questions marks in their heads and if the next one controverts the previous one, so to me, you are at least unserious. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough time to do what you ‘the turtles’ have been doing for thousands of years, so I am in need of you, we are in need.

Hahaha! That’s why I love you. You are not only intelligent but also straight forward. I have never heard someone calling a historian a turtle because he moves on slowly due to the details and difficulties. You dare say this, even to a famous and successful historian like me.

You know it is not because I want to hurt or scorn you. Let’s put it like that; if a stone fell down the roof here, you would examine it in at lenght and broadth; where did it come from? From which period did it come? How did it come? Who threw it? etc. And years pas sone by one. Then the first researches you have made could cause the other historians interprate it and you would definetely be in compromise and that would prolong everything and cause doubt. These are right and necessary, but after the ready information and short research, I would search whether there were other stones and why they had fallen here. And so maybe while you are making a research on the first stone and while the other would fall on your head and kill you, I would rather find the source and leave the details to you later on. And of course, that is why I wouldn’t be a historian and I won’t.

The thought is very you! I would like to tell you about the truth, but unfurtunately I have to cut our conversation short. I have to leave now to welcome an important acquantance whose plane is about to land. We can compensate this tomorrow, right, my dear?

Actually it is even better, I want to make some researches about some issues that have been occupying my mind in the palace, after I am done with my work. Do you think… Anyway, we can talk later.

Suzan got distant from the armchair where she hadn’t sat yet and headed towards the door and waved her hand to say bye to Lambert. As she was closing the door smiling at Lambert, Lambert who was trying to close his bag, looked at Suzan and blinked at her.

Having closed the door and headed towards the stairs, Suzan remembered the stranger.

She was just trying to understand why she was so overwhelmed with those eyes, then she noticed the difference between the blink of Lambert and the stranger’s. Yes, the staranger had beautiful eyes, but his glance never reflected that beauty, it was cold and threatful in the depth. Yes, yes, what confused Suzan was the meaning and the message she saw in those eyes.

CHAPTER 5

Before she knew, she came to the corridor of the Harem chamber where she saw those four tourists.

Harem chamber was composed of narrow and long corridors, small interior yards and 4000 rooms that were scattered around it and changed a lot for centuries. One of the security guards who was passing by, Hasan greeted her with his hand and began to talk;

Those were so problematic, you saw, right? It almost took centuries to throw them out.

I saw a little, but I went on my way immediately. Thank God, they left before making Metin more furious.

"No, no, it wasn’t that easy. Metin held the woman in her arm and was dragging her towards other three men and pushing them all together to outside, the bag of the woman, as big as a suitcase, got open and scattered around.

Oh, really?

Yes, then Metin began to help the woman with packing the back to speed up the things, and I came to rescue him. As Metin was dealing with the woman, I managed to take the men outside.

Wish you could have come earlier so that poor Metin wouldn’t have such a hard time. You are definetely more experienced about such an incident, Suzan said and recompared the two officials in her mind.

Metin was a tall, well-built, highschool graduate, 29 years old young man who spoke English very well.

He would treat all the visitors courteously and patiently as the politeness and orders he received requiered. Although he had to take the people out by force, he would still keep his manners and make up with them. When important visitors were to come, everybody would look for Metin.

On the other hand, Hasan was a medium sized, a little plump, 32 years old man who left the middle school and run away to Istanbul, spent time working here and there and found this job by a chance. He was the security guard of hard times with his pitch black hair and thick eyebrows that took place of the beard he was forced to shave. Hence, thinking about what happened today, Suzan smiled at herself, thinking about how Hasan would be able to take those four foreigners out. He would work at night shifts usually and he had already fulfilled his job before his shift started.

Good luck with your day, I will go and check a few locks, if you want, we can meet in the lunch or teatime, but you don’t come out once you get in your room, anyway!

After Suzan looked at Hasan, who moved his short and thick legs as fast as nobody would expect from him, began to look around in the empty corridor.

Actually she didn’t know why she was here and what she was looking for, but the message she had received from the honey coloured eyes was telling her that the real purpose of those people was not gaining time by forcing the guard to take more photos. She didn’t even think about the other incident she experienced.

The main duty of Suzan was to go around the palace after visitors left and search if there was anything they left or broke, report and deliver the important incidents before the cleaning staff arrived. She also checked whether the security guards and the cleaning staff would do their job properly and if there was anything she found unfavorable and necessary, she reported them to Taha Tahsin.

She took the key that she called the troublesome key that opened every door out of her pocket and blankly went into the Harem chamber.

The Harem chamber started from the section of forty rooms that were reserved for the mother of the Sultan. The other sections were The Big Bath, Dome and the large Room of the Sultan. Every convenient section had a fountain and an oven. The large room with interesting fountains, garnished with ceramics of 16th century were built during the period of Murad III.

Suzan learned all about those when she began to work here and she was still learning. Before, she had visited Topkapı three times and she only did this for the foreign customers and her chiefs whom she had to take around.

CHAPTER 6

Suzan was forty-one years old. Although nobody would guess she was over thirty five three years ago, after the tragedy she had been through washed over her, the guess of people were now up to forty five. So she thought!

In spite of this, her big dark brown eyes with thick and long eyelashes drew attention so easily. Suzan, who seldom looked at herself in the mirror, would pretend not to see any of them and think, Even my eyelids have hung down, I look like a puppy now.

She was definetely unfair to herself. She was actually a very beautiful woman with her black, shoulder-lenght hair, her decent nose and the dimple that appeared on the right of her small, curvy mouth when she smiled. Her oval shaped face encircled with all these characteristics was completed by her large forehead. When she was looked as a whole with her long and nice legs that fit her height of 1.75m, her thin waist and well-rounded breasts, she was called beautiful by everyone except herself. If she had chosen another way than abandoning the world and locking herself inside this palace, we would definetely see a different Suzan now. But in order to do this, she needed to accept the truth and bow to the inevitable, but Suzan rejected it. Although her appearance looked good despite of everything, she was a living dead inside.

However, she recently made some improvement. She finally accepted to work thanks to many psychologists and doctors she had visited. She accepted that job because it was the most appropriate one, as it gave her the chance to be isolated from others and stay on her own. As she had the symptoms of suicide, her doctors got scared and decided to hospitilize her for a undetermined period of time. She barely made them change their minds by accepting to start working again. Since she was still under control, once a week, she visited her doctor whom she made an appointement on phone and it was the only day Suzan left the palace. If the doctor had accepted to visit her in the palace, she wouldn’t even leave the palace for a single day.

Topkapı Palace began to become a natural theraphy for Suzan. Uncounsciously, she managed to get over the crisis of hysterics and major depression thanks to her sudden curiosity in history and interest in making small researches. But not limited to this, she was using her incredible imagination and quick wit and changing and mixing the history as she liked it, making up her own stories creating imaginary possibilities. Thus, she began to leave her room in the evenings thinking what she would discover today.

Moreover, the researches were endless and the time wasn’t enough for the talks with Lambert, his knowledge and instructions. Unconsciously, she had a purpose now and began to return to life.

Although she didn’t accept it yet, it was only a matter of time for her to get over the major depression; she just had to accept the unfortunate incident that caused her to be like that and live on with this truth.

CHAPTER 7

She reached the double room with rich wall decorations reserved for the Prince, whose windows were covered in nice vitras. It was the last section after the small library and food room garnished with interesting fruit and flower pictures. When she made a move to go back, a piece of paper which was under the bed, drew her attention. She looked at the paper, not believing in it. Wondering how they managed to throw something on a bed which was encircled with cordons that were 2 meters distant from the bed which would prevent the visitors from sitting. She thought if one of the officials forgot something there. She passed over the barrier and moved towards the paper, leaned down and took it. On the paper from a squared white notebook, there was the number 9 covering the paper and being circled. Instinctly, she lifted the bed sheet from four sides and checked whether there were any other papers and she was bewildered by the scene she saw. There were at least a dozen of the same paper scattered around various places under the bed. As it was impossible for her to reach for them all, she took out the ones she could reach. Some were folded four times, some were folded in the middle and some were left without being folded, but each of them had the same number 9 written and circled in the same way.

There were four more papers she couldn’t reach for. She stood up and looked around herself. She was looking for an object that she could use to reach for the papers. Although a few object were caught up in her eyes, she changed her mind and didn’t use them. Since she had witnessed the history slipping off of her hands many times and got upset about it so much that she didn’t want to experience the same thing. She was thinking that being a little attentive, appreciating and preserving were the tasks everybody was responsible with, anywhere. They were all the heritage of the world. She thought she had better go out and find something in the yard.

Going out in the second yard of the four yards, she counted the papers in her hand. She had exactly seven pieces of paper in her hand and there were four more under the bed.

She began to think "Who would make eleven of the same paper and how would he do it, and when, and why would he throw it to the same place? She looked at the papers in her palm that she placed one on another attentively for a while, and then put them in her one of the large shirt pockets.

Suzan would always wear a long light gray smock while wandering around for her job and put everything she saw or found in the large and deep pockets of the smock, or else she would have to carry a bag or a sack with her, but she always hated to carry something in her hand or arm throughout her life.

The only entrance to the single tower in the second yard was in the Harem Chamber. Looking at the two marbles standing on the right and left at the entrance of the tower, Suzan thought that no one ever noticed how deep those stones were indeed.

Those stones were only used in the Sacrifice Fest and the blood of the sacrificial animals would flow into those stones. The most interesting thing for Suzan and that she only learned months later was the small stone.

It was a hollowed stone right between the other two, which was hard to see unless it was looked very carefully. This stone would only fulfill its task when the jahad was declared and carry the sanjak of the Prophet. So that all the notables of the palace would understand that a war had broken out, when they saw the sanjak erected here.

CHAPTER 8

Having arrived at the airport, Lambert was checking whether the plain he was waiting for was about to land or not.

Unfortunately, the connected flight from Canada was 20 minutes delayed. Hoping that there wouldn’t be more delay, Lambert rushed into the nearest cafe.

He dialed an international number on his mobile phone and waited. As he was ordering coffee, the call was answered.

Getting into a flap, Lambert said to the waiter coffee urgently, answered the waiter’s question which one? by moving his head as yes to the first option Turkish coffee and said Hello!. Unluckily, the waiter didn’t finish with the questions, he continued asking, black, with a little sugar or medium?.

Getting a little furious, Lambert stopped the waiter with his hand and focused on the voice on the phone. Then he hanged up the phone and turned at the waiter. The person at the other end of the line had understood that he was in a crowded and inconvenient place and Lambert hanged up the phone, asked by the person to call him back later.

As the coffee was being served which Lambert waited for not to be disturbed while making the phone call, there was a dark hustle in the Topkapı Palace that had been experienced many times before but not understood by the public.

CHAPTER 9

In the meantime at the Palace, after the phone call he had made, Taha took the Schedule of the security guards in rush and was checking who were at the nightshift. After a short hesitation, he decided to announce Ali to come to his room.

A mixture between a guard and a model, Ali was one of the few that no one thought was suitable for the job. With one hand, he was combing his short hair with hair gel as he thought it was messy and with the other he was knocking on the door of Taha.

And Hasan walked around the most of the palace with all his energy and finally found the person he was looking for, Suzan!

Lambert, whose coffee was served at his table, redialed the numbers to make the call he couldn’t make before. Upon the sound of Hello that he received from the other side of the line, he lead in;

Hello, Mr. Earl! I hope we can talk not without being disturbed. As we agreed on before, I am calling you to inform that the plane from Canada is landing soon and want to learn what I should do with him. Please, I am listening to you.

Earl Perry whom Lambert was speaking was 65 years old person with a Sir title. He was brought up with a French mother and a British father, received education on philosophy and history, had countless of researches and articles. Having chosen to live in England except the frequent national and international travels, Perry had two villas, more precisely chateaus apart from the house in London where he was making this phone call. One of them was in Edinburgh and the other one in Southampton, as it was close to London. As he was giving lectures at the University of Queen Marry in London, he had bought the flat where he was right now.

He would always stay in his chateau in Southampton at the weekends and sometimes at the weekdays whenever he found an opportunity. No matter how educated, intelligent, successful, rich and noble, he was known as, one of the many people that couldn’t put up with the world and the truth. If it wasn’t so, he would