Koning van Katoren Page #3

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In your chair, sweetheart.

Georgie, will you get the cutlery?

Jaroby. Jaroby, the plates.

Put away the paper, dear.

Stach vs churches

Jamal, sit down.

Will you turn off the TV?

Put down the paper, dear.

Put down the paper!

- I'm hungry.

- Quiet, sweetheart. Fold your hands.

Lord, we thank You for this food.

We especially thank You

for the arrival of...

- Sorry.

- Sorry. Sorry, really.

We trust in You, Lord, to give Stach

all the wisdom he needs to help us...

Alright...

God, help Stach to stop

the moving churches. Amen.

- Amen.

- And now let us eat.

I want hotpot.

Can I go first?

- Cool. What is it?

- Something I wrote for all the choirs.

It's a dream of mine that one day

we'll all sing it together.

It has everything. Here, on top,

the children's choir, the high notes.

Down below the male choir, the low

notes. And in the middle the elderly.

And here our friend Abdel.

Can I visit one

of those moving churches?

Turn left.

Take the next exit left.

Turn left.

Take the third exit left.

Dear congregation, welcome.

In front of you

you'll find my new composition...

written for all the choirs

of Ecumene.

But what I would really like...

is if we were to sing it all together

on the town square for just one time.

- Keep to the right.

- Sobriety.

- What?

- Sobriety.

Turn right.

- All those melody lines.

- I like those melodies.

But it could all be a bit lighter.

We have to celebrate our faith.

- Our faith? We're here with more...

- Let's not talk about your singing.

No one understands a word of it.

As for the rest, I don't like it at all.

Look, those notes down here.

I don't approve.

No, I'm not going to sing this.

- Listen, I can change this to major.

- Yes, major.

- Neither of the two.

- Neither of the two?

- Minor.

- No, major.

Neither of the two.

A nice gathering, isn't it?

Do as you like.

My men won't sing this nonsense.

- What?

- My men won't sing this nonsense.

It sounds terrible. Just listen.

Nice assignment.

If anything can stop them,

it's the churches themselves.

That's right.

Nobody will go along with this.

- All those choirs singing at once.

- Isn't that what you want?

- You heard how they felt about it.

- They all liked something.

Look. Up here, the high notes.

The children's choir.

Down here, the low notes.

In the middle, the elderly.

And then our friend Abdel.

Easy, right? Notes.

Jamal, this has to go

to the wooden church.

- Sir?

- Take the left exit.

- Go straight ahead.

- Please.

Okay, thank you.

Take your positions.

I'll just do the navigation myself.

Turn right at the next exit.

Then turn left.

Turn right at the next exit.

After 200 metres,

go straight ahead.

Turn right.

- Don't they have to turn left?

- Left and then straight ahead.

- Is that going okay?

- Yes.

Is Jar here?

Turn right.

Turn left. Right. Left.

Go straight at the next crossing.

Something's going wrong here.

Keep singing, kids.

I think you should turn left.

We're near the square,

so I think right.

Jar, where were you?

Help, it's entering the square.

I have to do something.

- To the left, and now I go...

- To the right.

- A miracle has taken place.

- We've come to a stop.

Hallelujah.

17-year-old Stach from Wiss...

I think I've had enough of this.

It isn't going as planned. And now?

He miraculously managed...

A new assignment, of course.

Gentlemen, I may have a suggestion

for the third assignment.

That kid clearly has capabilities.

Maybe it's time to make more use of

those capabilities for our own benefit.

Stach's third assignment:

kill the dragon of Smook

Stop, stop, stop.

- Who are you?

- I'm Stach.

I'm Stach. I'm here for the dragon.

I want to become king.

I'll show you.

Sorry, but you must admit,

it's a ridiculous story.

I'm Janus, pleased to meet you.

Hurry up and get in.

On that side.

Fasten your seatbelts.

Here we go.

Does anyone still live here?

- What are you doing here?

- I live here.

- No, I mean here in Smook.

- They dumped me here.

Who did?

The ministers. They thought

I was too troublesome.

- What did you do?

- Nothing. My job, that's all.

Outside is a trailer with a mattress.

You can sleep there. Good night, kid.

You used to be able to see

the flags of Eltoren from here.

And at that watchtower over there

the enclosure of the marsh begins.

And behind it, everything...

dragon.

- That fence has to stop the dragon?

- Yep.

You want to see it, right?

So once again, don't touch

any waste, don't make noise...

and stay behind the fence, okay?

Have fun.

Putting my life at risk...

I'm now in the swamp of Smook.

Nature at its finest.

Very appealing.

Everything looks beautiful.

Okay, no violent dragons.

Nothing but waste and barrels.

No signs of a dragon.

New infrared satellite images confirm

that the dragon of Smook is still there.

Everything seems to suggest that

the young Stach hasn't been able...

to fulfill the third assignment.

For the last 24 hours...

there has been no sign of life from

our young contestant for the throne.

The worst is being feared.

Idiot.

That whole swamp was moving.

- That wasn't a normal dragon.

- What did you expect?

A big, green, fire-breathing dragon?

With wings?

- And where have you been?

- I arrived yesterday.

Everyone thinks the dragon

got hold of you. I was in Wiss.

Lie down.

- Is it broken?

- Huh?

No, but there's always room

for improvement.

It keeps me off the street.

Well, young lady, I've taken a look

at that journalism of yours.

'King Egg. ' What I don't understand

is whose side you're really on.

What he did in the swamp

was very stupid.

But I know he did very good things

in Swindledale and Ecumene.

Here. You wrote this, right?

Here.

The noses. 'Beginner's luck. '

Here, and this one. Look.

'King of Hangovers. '

You wrote that.

You call yourself a journalist?

This isn't journalism, young lady.

What do you know about that?

I happen to work

for the Katoren Press.

The Katoren Press?

Yes, what do I know about that?

Stach?

Here.

Are you doing okay?

- Stach, I have to tell you something.

- Take a look. Janus wrote all this.

Janus? Really?

- 'Ministry denies plans for war. '

- 'Eltoreans illegitimately deported. '

- 'Corruption within the ministry. '

- 'When will we get a new king?

It's all from over 15 years ago. 'By

our editor-in-chief Janus Kaminsky.

- Editor-in-chief.

- No wonder they dumped him here.

All critical articles about corruption,

war plans, deception.

'Another contestant

for the throne missing. '

There he is.

You were editor-in-chief

of the Katoren Press.

Well. Taken a stab

at the archives?

Yes, that's correct. When Katoren

was still a proud country.

When Smook

was still a brilliant city.

You see that factory?

Firework was made there.

All the firework came from here.

The old king was crazy about it.

As if thousands of flowers

in a thousand different colours...

all burst from their buds at once

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