Mr. Blake next followed Alpin to Nauta’s villa.
There was no one at home there either. Alpin entered the kitchen and emptied
it Then he noticed that Augustus Caesar
was leaning against the well near the villa.
“Where are the cats?” said Augustus. “We meet
here to exchange old saws and sayings and proverbs and such but they haven’t
shown up.”
“I can exchange things like that with you now
that my stomach is full,” said Alpin. “Nevertheless, I would rather they were on
food. It’s what I know most about.”
“Our subject was to be health,” said Augustus.
“Then we’ll speak about healthy food. Since you
are new to this game, you may start, Mr. Blake,” said Alpin.
Mr. Blake thought the game was to spout as many
proverbs as one knew about the appointed subject and lose one’s turn when one
was at a loss to spout another.
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away. When
diet is wrong, medicine is of no use, when diet is right, medicine is of no
need. A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety. The
only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you
don’t like and do what you’d rather not. One should eat to live, not live to
eat. One should breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dine like a
pauper.”
Mr. Blake could have gone on and on, but Alpin
interrupted him because he didn’t like any of the advice Mr. Blake was
giving.
“I’d rather eat like a Roman emperor always. Is
it true what they say about Roman emperors, Caesar? How they used to vomit so
they could have seconds?”
“Not about me,” said Augustus. “Modus omnibus in rebus. Be moderate in
everything.”
“I don’t think I like speaking about health,”
said Alpin. “Surely there’s other things that can be said about food.”
“Fabas
indulcet fames?” suggested Augustus. “This means hunger sweetens beans.”
“I don’t need beans to be sweet to want to eat
them,” said Alpin. “Don’t take what you
won’t eat,” said Alpin. “Leave it for
me. That’s one of my favorite sayings.”
“Where is your sister Fiona?” said Santichu
Semeurtzi. The Basque cook had popped up in a cloud as white as his uniform. It
smelled of olive oil.
“What’s cooking at the spa, Santi?” said Alpin.
“Half of what should be. I won’t be able to do
without her help much longer. It’s the holiday season.”
“Maybe I can be of help,” said Alpin. He was
not allowed to set foot anywhere near the spa and he thought this might be a
chance to visit it.
Santichu vanished faster than he had
appeared.
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