Chef Jakub – Written By Stephen Fahey. Part 55
Under the circumstances Luke and I decided to stay away from work for a while. Once again we consumed every newspaper we could find. Every day was spend trawling through every article to find out the particulars of the repercussions of our actions in Miel’s house. It wasn’t long before elections were called and with a massive rift having opened in the ruling party there were resignations and grand pronouncements up and down the island. Most of all, the people who had long known and never spoken of their mistrust of their former enemies unloaded years of sentiment that had festered. Once the gate opened and the words of truth began to rain down Griton knew that he would never be elected President. And while he was no fool, Griton was as bitter about being ousted as his former constituents had been about him having risen to power in the first place. Mulaar, Dene and Taryn all slipped into the smoke that surrounds people with money and connections and before anyone knew what had happened Magar Bethoe was found dead in her home from an apparent suicide. Miel tried to keep a hold on what power he could wrangle from a growing opposition but in no more than a week he too slipped out of the country. However, Griton remained. He lied and slandered and played a game that only he seemed to be playing. Everyone else knew that the elections would rid them of his presence, but he clung to the vain hope of maintaining his limp grasp on power. It was sad. He had been a lion once, and though a poisonous one, to see him caged and weak was to see a man broken and flaccid. I didn’t pity him, he was my enemy in essence, but I remember thinking what a tragic fool he was for wasting such a strong will and sharp mind. He could have done great and terrible things.
The day that we returned to Zarinah’s Luke and I were half expecting it to have been burned down, but she stood proud and ready to continue our work as is nothing had happened. We had been looking over our shoulders for the whole week that we had kept out of sight and when we returned the restaurant that same feeling intensified. We knew that of all the former regime members only Griton remained, however, despite his solitude he still posed a massive threat. He was still in power and he still held a command within the government. It was a bitter time and, although we were certain that we had done a good thing, we felt exposed. And so it went for another three weeks before the inevitable happened.
To be continued…
© Stephen Fahey