Tucked Away in Aragon
By Rhys Hughes
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An entire story-cycle in miniature. One thousand years of the remarkable magical history of a secret region of Spain where few people venture even now. Albarracín is a rose-red town tucked away in the mountains of Lower Aragon. Once the seat of an independent taifa during the dominance of the Caliphate of Cordoba, it remained saturated with ancient mystery long after the separated kingdoms of the peninsular were forged through conquest into the single nation we know today. In Albarracín still lurk the djinn of the wondrous past in their dusty bottles and the ghosts of heroes and villains locked in the crucibles of a rogue alchemist.
As Alarcon once wrote, “A happy time it was when our land still remained in peaceful possession of all the spider's webs, dust, woodworm, respect, faith, traditions, uses and abuses sanctified by the centuries!”
Above the roofs of the crumbling town serenely float the clouds; but these are not mindless puffs of vapour. On the contrary, they control the destinities of those who dwell below. In a modern world where the East is trying too hard to become the West, only Albarracín has successfully reversed the trend; for in this place the West always was the East; and the true flavour of Oriental magic remains bright on the tips of the swords, in the pulse of the hearts and on the rims of the cups of the men and gods who enter therein.
Rhys Hughes
I am a writer of Fantasy, Speculative Fiction and Magic Realism who often uses comedy and absurdism to examine philosophical issues. I am known for my original ideas, intricate plots and entertaining wordplay! I write short stories, novellas and novels. I have been a writer from an early age. I completed my first proper short story when I was 14. It was called 'The Journey of Mountain Hawk' and I still remember what it was about, even though it no longer exists. None of my early work exists. My earliest surviving short story dates from 1989, and since that time I have embarked on an ambitious project of writing a story cycle consisting of exactly 1000 linked tales. Recently I decided to give this cycle an overall name -- PANDORA'S BLUFF. My main influences are writers such as Italo Calvino, Stanislaw Lem, Boris Vian, Flann O'Brien, Jack Vance and Jorge Luis Borges, all of whom have a very well-developed sense of irony and a powerful imagination. I love irony and satire, not only the 'negative' kind that seeks to undermine some form of injustice but also the 'positive' kind that takes sheer delight in its own playfulness. And yet I am also fully committed to engaging with serious themes. In fact, many years ago, I decided that I should find my own name for the style of writing I like best and the name I came up with was: "Romanti-Cynicism." The main idea behind this new genre is to combine humour and seriousness, to fuse the emotional with the intellectual, the profound with the lighthearted, the unfettered with the precise. My first book was published in 1995 and sold slowly but it seemed to strike a chord with some people. My second, third, fourth, etc, books sold much more strongly as my reputation increased. I have been told that I am a "cult author" and I'm pleased with the description, but obviously I also want to reach out to a wider audience! My twentieth book has just been published and I have many new books due to be released in the next two years.
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Tucked Away in Aragon - Rhys Hughes
Tucked Away in Aragon
(The Albarracín Tales)
by
Rhys Hughes
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Copyright 2012 Rhys Hughes
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Dedicated to
all my Spanish friends
"A happy time it was when our land still remained in peaceful possession of all the spider's webs, dust, woodworm, respect, faith, traditions, uses and abuses sanctified by the centuries!"
— ALARCÓN
This book was first published in 2011 as a deluxe edition hardback limited to only 102 copies and available from Ex Occidente Press
Cover photo of Albarracín taken by author in 2007
Table of Contents
Author's Foreword
The Shapes Down There
The Spare Hermit
Sally Forth
The Magic Gone
Sangria in the Sangraal
The Man Toucan
Latitude, Longitude and Plenitude
The Kind Generosity of Theophrastus Tautology
Scaramouche's Pouting Mouth
Knossos in its Glory
Author's Foreword
I discovered the small city of Albarracín purely by chance in late summer of the year 2007. I was living in Spain at the time and living as cheaply as possible, for I had very little money. Walking everywhere was one of my habits and I would spend days and weeks camping wild in the mountains. Already I had hiked across the Alpujarras and Sierra Nevada to Granada and was now looking for new horizons.
I was aware that the Tajo is the longest river in Iberia; the trickle that snakes through Aragon hills crosses into Portugal and becomes a gigantic mouth in the Atlantic littoral. I decided to find the source of the Tajo. An arbitrary choice but it finally led me to the most picturesque town I have seen in Spain, and yet a place strangely unsung. Two weeks I lingered in the rosy ancient environs of Albarracín.
Each night I slept in the mountains far above the crumbling walls and towers; every day I descended to solve another mystery. Almost as soon as I arrived I guessed I would write a cycle of stories set here, and I knew those stories would be very strange, fey and infused with the otherworldly character of old Albarracín. I suppose that the book I had selected to carry on my expedition also partly inspired me.
A masterpiece of interlinked narratives, Jan Potocki's The Manuscript Found in Saragossa is as intricate and wondrous as any Arabian Nights' entertainment, but the complete text wasn't published until long after its author's death. For years only a set of ten tales were generally available. Perhaps in late homage to this sombre fact, my own miniature sequence of 'Spanish tales' also features ten stories.
Albarracín hides itself in the most obscure and depopulated corner of Spain. From space at night, this region is still mostly devoid of lights: on the ground it has a curiously unchanged aspect. There are many neolithic cave paintings lost among the limestone crags and bubbling springs. With the exception of interior Sardinia, no other southern European landscape feels so removed from the talons of Time.
Rosy walls, rosy mountains, rosy clouds: Albarracín!
The Shapes Down There
High above the formless mass of seething humanity, the clouds go about their business, seemingly oblivious to events far below. Clouds always have work to do, giving visible substance to the winds, topping up rivers with rain, securing the privacy of mountain summits. At least that's the impression they like to give each other. The truth is that idle souls come in all shapes and sizes and can even be found in the heavens.
Daydreaming again! But I thought you were supposed to be helping with the late afternoon rainbow?
It was a stately Altocumulus lenticularis who spoke these words but the young Cumulus humilis to whom they were addressed merely said, I'm sure I won't be missed. There are plenty of other clouds available for that task. I prefer to gaze at the ground.
You won't succeed in atmospheric society if you keep doing that,
objected the Altocumulus. Staring at land all day won't help you at all.
The younger cloud shrugged. I don't care.
At this the Altocumulus sighed and replied, When I was your age I also went around with my head in the clods. So I do understand the appeal. Tell me, do you see shapes down there?
The Cumulus humilis nodded. Many shapes. I sometimes wonder if humanity possesses some sort of conscious will and arranges itself deliberately into startling representations of celestial objects?
The older cloud laughed at that. You talk like a child sometimes. 'Humanity' is not really an integrated phenomenon but is composed of thousands or even millions of individual particles called 'citizens'. I don't enjoy spoiling the poetry of your imagination with science but I studied sociology at college and know what I'm talking about.
The small Cumulus chose his words with care. All the same, the similarities to real things are often remarkable.
Yes, they are. I'll give you that.
The Cumulus nodded in an absent minded way and redirected his attention at the ground. It was a beautiful summer day. The towers, battlements and houses of Albarracín blended in so well with the landscape that no join or hint of discontinuity was discernable. And separate streams of humanity were now winding along the steep streets of the town, clattering over the cobbles and converging in the main square, forming a quivering mass.
Look there, at that amorphous blob!
cried the Cumulus humilis.
The correct, technical term is 'mob', but we'll let that pass,
asserted the Altocumulus lenticularis.
Don't you think it looks like a nebula?
Almost,
reluctantly conceded the elder cloud, but it depends on your personal psychology, and we should also take into consideration the particular nebula you might be referring to. The night sky is full of them and each one has unique characteristics, so I can only offer you a conditional agreement.
Sometimes I wish you would lighten up,
said the young Cumulus.
But the Altocumulus took serious offence at this remark. "Lighten up? You need a stern lecture on the facts of meteorological life, my boy! I'm not a simple convection cloud like you are, rising on thermals generated by the sun-warmed ground, but an orographic cloud, formed when the winds are forced up over a range of mountains and the water vapour they carry is cooled by the subsequent drop in air pressure. In other words, I'm already lighter and higher than you'll ever be!"
I didn't mean it that way,
stuttered the Cumulus humilis.
But the Altocumulus lenticularis wasn't in a mood to be appeased so easily. My altitude is approximately twice yours…
Yes,
replied the younger cloud ironically, and that means I'm closer to the ground and thus in a better position to accurately perceive definite shapes in the mobs. Now I can see a pair of comets on a collision course! And over there, to the right, is a Cumulonimbus anvil! It looks just like a friend of yours, all gloomy and bombastic.
Just a coincidence and not even a significant one,
snorted the Altocumulus lenticularis. You ought to spend your time in a more productive manner. Staring at the ground all day will turn you daft. Optical illusions have no value at all.
The Cumulus humilis instantly rejected this advice. "But they are important! The question for me is always: why? Why do solid things down there so often mimic the objects in the sky? A trick of nature or something more profound? Could it be possible that messages have been encrypted in the billowing crowds that circulate daily over the landscapes