Abraham and Issac
(and Cain)
<A note about this reading.
José Saramago has a rather alarming literary style. Little punctuation, few capitals, constant run-ons, occasional (random) paragraphing. Thus, what we have below is exactly transcribed from Margaret Jill Costa's excellent translation.
The place would seem to have been created on purpose to provide cool shade for weary travelers and their respective
beasts of burden. Running parallel to the trees was a line of bushes that concealed a narrow path going up to the top of the steep hill. Relieved of the weight of the saddlebags, the
donkey had surrendered to the delights of lush grass and
the occasional rustic flower, neither of which he had ever
tasted before. Cain took his time choosing his lunch menu
and ate it right there, seated on the ground, surrounded by
innocent birds pecking up the crumbs, while memories of
blissful moments spent in lilith's arms once more heated his
blood. His eyelids were just beginning to droop when he
was startled into wakefulness by the voice of a young boy
calling Father, this was followed by a much older male voice
asking What is it, isaac, We have the fire and the wood, but
where is the lamb for the burnt offering and the father replied, The lord will provide a lamb as the burnt offering.
And they continued on up the hill. While they are doing so,
it would be as well to know how all this began, as further
proof that the lord is not a person to be trusted. About
three days ago, at most, he had said to abraham, the father
of the young boy carrying the firewood on his back, Take
your only son, isaac, whom you love, and go into the land of
moriah and offer him up for a burnt offering upon one of
the mountains, later I will tell you which one. Yes, you read
correctly the lord ordered abraham to sacrifice his own son
and he did so as naturally as if he were asking for a glass of
water to slake his thirst, which means it was a deep-seated habit of his. The logical, natural and simply human response
would have been for abraham to tell the lord to piss
off but that isn't what happened. The following morning that unnatural father rose early to saddle up the donkey, prepared wood for the sacrificial fire and set off to the place
the lord had indicated, taking with him two servants and
his son isaac. On the third day of the journey, abraham saw the aforementioned mountain from afar. He then told his
servants, Stay here with the donkey, the lad and I will go
over yonder to worship the lord and then come back again to you. In short, as well as being as big a son of a bitch as the lord, abraham was a consummate liar, ready to deceive anyone with his forked tongue, which in this case, according to the personal dictionary belonging to the narrator of this story, means treacherous, perfidious, false, disloyal and other similarly fine qualities. When he reached the place of which the lord had spoken, abraham built an alter and placed the wood on it. He then tied up his son and lifted him on to the altar, on top of the wood. Without pausing, he took up his knife in order to sacrifice the poor boy and was just about to slit his throat when he felt a hand grip his arm and heard a voice in his ear shouting, What are you doing, you wretch, killing your own son, burning him, it's the same old story it starts with a lamb and ends with the murder of the very person you should love most, But the lord told me to do it, said abraham, struggling, Keep still, or I'll
be the one who does the killing, untie that boy at once, then
kneel down and beg his forgiveness, Who are you. My name
is cain, I'm the angel who saved isaac's life. This isn't true,
cain is no angel, that title belongs to the being who has just
landed with a great flapping of wings and who is now declaiming like an actor who has finally heard his cue, Lay not
thy hand upon the lad, nor do anything to him, for now I
know that thou fearest the lord, being prepared, for love of
him, to sacrifice even your only son, you're late, said cain,
the only reason isaac isnt dead is because I stepped in to
prevent it. The angel looked suitably contrite, I'm terribly
sorry to be late, but it really wasn't my fault, I was on my
way here when I developed a mechanical problem in my
right wing it was out of synch with the left one, and the result was that I got completely turned around, in fact I wasn't
even sure I would get here, and given that no one had told
me which of these mountains had been chosen as the place
of sacrifice, it's a miracle I arrived at all, you're late, said cain
again, Better late than never replied the angel smugly, as if
he had uttered a great truth, That's where you're wrong,
never is not the opposite of late, the opposite of late is too
late, retorted cain. The angel muttered, Oh, no, a rationalist,
and since he had nor yet completed the mission with which
he had been charged, he rattled off the rest of his message,
This is what the lord commanded me to say: since you were capable of doing this and did not withhold your own son, I
swear by my good name that I will bless you and multiply
your seed as the stars of the heavens and as the sand upon
the seashore and they will possess the gates of his enemies,
and in your seed shall all the nations of the earth be blessed
because you have obeyed my voice the word of the lord,
That, for those who dont know it or pretend to ignore it, is
the lord's double accounting system, said cain, whereby one
man can win and the other not lose, apart from that, I dont
see why all the people of the earth will be blessed just because abraham obeyed a stupid order, That is what we in
heaven call due obedience, said the angel. Dragging his right
wing and with a bad taste in his mouth after the failure of
his mission, the celestial creature departed, and abraham
and his son are also walking back to where their servants are
waiting for them, and now, while cain is once again loading
the saddlebags on to his donkey, let us imagine a dialogue
between the would-be executioner and his victim saved at
the last moment. Isaac asked, Father, whatever did I do to
you that would make you want to kill me, your only son,
You did nothing wrong, isaac, So why did you want to cut
my throat as if I were a lamb, asked the boy, if that man,
may the lord's blessings be upon him, hadnt come and
grabbed your arm, you would now be carrying home a
corpse, It was the lord's idea, he meant it as a test, A test of
what, Of my faith and my obedience, What kind of lord
would order a father to kill his own son, He's the only lord we have, the lord of our ancestors, the lord who was here
when we were born, And if that lord had a son, would he
order him to be killed as well, asked isaac, Time will tell, So
the lord is capable of anything, of good, bad and worse, Yes,
he is, What would have happened if you had disobeyed the
order, asked isaac, Well, the lord usually sends down ruin or
disease upon anyone who fails him, So the lord is vengeful,
Yes, I think he is, said abraham quietly, as if he were afraid
of being heard, nothing is impossible for the lord, Not even
error and crime, asked isaac, Especially error and crime, Father, I dont understand this religion, But you have to, my
son, you have no choice, and now I must make a request, a
humble request, What is it, Let us forget what happened
here, Well, I'm not sure I can, father, I can still see myself lying bound, on top of the pyre, and your arm raised, the
blade of the knife glinting, That wasn't me, I would never do
such a thing when in my right mind, Do you mean that the
lord makes people mad, asked isaac, Yes, he often does, almost always, replied abraham, Even if that were true, you
were still the one with the knife in your hand, The lord had
everything planned, he would have intervened at the last
moment, after all, you saw the angel, The angel arrived late,
Yes, but the lord would have found some other way of saving you, he probably even knew that the angel was going to
be late and that's why he had that man appear, Cain his
name was, dont forget the debt you owe him, Cain, repeated
abraham obediently, I knew him before you were born, The Cain
man who saved your own son from having his throat slit
and being burned on the very firewood he had carried on
his back, But neither of those things happened, my son, Father, it isnt so much a matter of whether or not I died, although obviously that matters to me a great deal, but the
fact that we are ruled by such a lord, as cruel as baal, who
devours his own children, Where did you hear the name
baal, In dreams, father.