Chapter 26
The next day the inn-keeper brought Enoch to a stable where he could find steady work cleaning up after the horses in order to pay his way for the time he decided to stay in the community. After a month or so of living in Nod, he heard the inn-keeper discuss his son-in-law Cain one night.
“Forgive me,” interrupted Enoch, “but did you just speak of Cain, son of the first man existent?”
The inn-keeper gave Enoch a queer stare as was often the case when Enoch spoke, “I don’t know about first man existent, we can count humanity’s roots back thousands of years, but I do have a son-in-law who lives a short distance from here . . .”
Enoch ignored the absurdity of the inn-keeper’s notion that anything had existed even a thousand years before, let alone several thousand. He motioned the inn-keeper to bring his ear closer to his own face before asking, “Do you happen to know if Cain has done anything in his past of which he might be deeply regretful?”
The inn-keeper stood upright quickly, looked deeply into Enoch’s eyes, and nodded his head gravely.
“Do you happen to know,” inquired Dedicated, “is Cain, brother of Abel, still alive?
. . .
Enoch was very surprised to learn that an entire village shared his name, and that Cain’s son had been given also the same name he had been given. He journeyed to the city of Enoch as quickly as his legs would allow to seek out his cousin and great, great, great, great uncle. Following closely behind him since he had left the land East of Eden, through Nod, and now to the city of Dedicated, were Childreth, Kakarnan, Randolfy, and Lemisslept.
Quick on their feet, the four angels following behind Dedicated improvised stories about being wanderers from other lands as they marveled, and were quite confused, that humans existed other places than where they had observed the descendents of the the first man and first woman they witnessed being created. They were shocked to perceive adam living independently from the creation of the first pair they were given to know about. Such revelation made them question their own existences. They tried to push these growing concerns to the backs of their minds, however, as they were determined to follow through on their current mission to keep track of Enoch, descendent of Placed.
It was on the outskirts of the city of Enoch that they were greeted warmly by Taolith and Gendlebleth, who were just leaving the city as their watch was coming to an end. “Go with Gendlebleth, brothers,” Taolith smiled warmly upon them after formal greetings came to an end, “I will tell those on active watch to monitor Enoch as he seeks Enoch. The others will have much to tell you of the past several hundred years, and what wonders our daughter-sister Casarta has the capability of . . .”
With that, they were led to the encampment of the angels who had followed after Created.
. . .
At the door of the home of Cain, Enoch knocked. A young-looking man with a scar on his forehead answered the door and greeted Enoch, “Hello. How may I help you?”
“Good afternoon sir,” began Dedicated, “I am looking for Created, son of Man and Living, who I have been told lives at this house. Have I come here in error?”
Cain paused for a moment before responding, “It is not wide knowledge in this land the name of my parents, stranger. Who would like to find the man named by his parents Created?”
Enoch looked hard at Cain before continuing, “How is this possible? You look so young. You cannot be the Created who slew his brother Emptiness over nine hundred years ago!
“Forgive me. I am the great, great, great grandson of Appointed, brother of Created and Emptiness, who knew neither of these brothers, for both were no longer within his father’s house at the time of his birth. . .”
Now it was Cain who was looking hard at Dedicated before responding, “You mean to say that my father had a son, Seth, and that you are his descendent?”
“Yes, sir. I am your great, great, great, great nephew, Enoch.”
“Then no wonder you are confused by my appearance. In point of fact, you are not the first who has been, and frankly even I am deeply troubled that my own son looks older than I do by hundreds of years. Please come in, perhaps you would like to meet my first-born son, who shares your name? He was about to leave, but I doubt he will want to miss conversation with a distant cousin from a life I left behind me long ago. . .”
With that, Dedicated entered the home of Created.
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