Chapter 6: A Tightrope And A Swing [2] (1/2)
”Sir, give that to me.” Dolseok felt uncomfortable because Ganghyuk held a bag in his hand.
He was the servant, yet he walked empty handed while the master walked holding a bag.
As it looked heavy, he felt even more uncomfortable.
”It is OK.” However, Ganghyuk did not want to give the bag to him.
'Although he looks very faithful…'
He looked at Dolseok persisting for him to give him the bag and thought that he could trust him at least.
He had saved the latter's brother, and there should be nothing to doubt.
'But, this bag is too important.'
He did not know what would happen if he lost the bag, which was the only thing that he brought from the world he originally belonged to.
'I can use this for earning my bread if I cannot find the way to go back easily.'
When his thought reached this point, he grabbed the bag even stronger. Fortunately, n.o.body tried to approach him.
He wore black hat, black shoes, and a fas.h.i.+onable robe, and was accompanied by a servant. Who would be suspicious of him? He was a n.o.bleman himself.
”There…” Dolseok pointed at the place where many people were gathering together. Because there were too many people, it was difficult to know what they were doing, leave alone watching the performance.
”It is early in the morning. We finished our breakfast just now. Why are so many people still gathering there?”
”It is because the Aeogae performance group does not come often. Perhaps, they will go to the place of Governor of Suwon tomorrow after performing here today.”
”Governor?”
He was embarra.s.sed for a moment because he did not understand the word Dolseok had said. But, he was a clever man, so he remembered about it from his memory.
”Governor (The third grade local government official)?
”Yes, yes.”
”We came here to watch the performance, but it seems we will not be able to watch it.”
”Why? What makes you think so?” Dolseok opened his eyes wide and showed puzzled expression.
”How can we watch it? There are too many people.”
”Heo… Sir, you have been very strange since yesterday.” Dolseok smiled and then rolled up his sleeves and yelled with a big voice.
”Go away, people. Here is a n.o.bleman.”
It was awkward, but the effect was surely great. People split apart to leave a huge path forward. Dolseok pointed at the path created just now and said, ”Sir, come this way.”
”Eo… Yes.” Ganghyuk hid his awkward face and walked through the people, thinking that even the president or the chairman could not get this kind of treatment in that world.
”I think, here would be good.” Dolseok pointed the seat at the front row.
Of course, it was occupied. There were people who might have had come there without even having breakfast to get a better seat.
”Go away, fellows.” But, with the shout from Dolseok, they turned into empty seats. Ganghyuk smiled bitterly while watching them leave the place.
'Well…” He took a good seat and sat down there while clicking his tongue.
'Fortunately, I am not a layman.' He was fortunate to be a n.o.bleman; it was really good seat indeed. He could even see the wrinkles of the performers, as it commanded a good view.
”Dolseok, come here and sit down.”
”No, I am fine here, sir.” Dolseok insisted on standing behind Ganghyuk. It seemed that he tried to be polite.
'He is a big guy… People behind can see the performance only when he is sitting down.'
Then, he saw some women on the opposite side. There were some women among the group with voluptuous hair, seemingly of high status.
'Do women come to the marketplace? En…' Ganghyuk tried to remember what he had learned in school. 'Yes! It said that customs of Goryeo still continued in early Joseon.'
It must not be the mid or late Joseon, considering that n.o.ble women came to the marketplace to watch Sandaenori.
'There is no one beautiful here.' He sighed with disappointment.
Yes, it was true indeed. Even in the 21st century modern Korea, he could not find someone who could fascinate him. So, how could he find someone here in Joseon?
It was no wonder at all undoubtedly.
'It seems that they perform tightrope walking here.' He observed
The performers moved ardently; they installed a swing and prepared the masks. But, the most remarkable thing that attracted people's attention was a tightrope.
It appeared to be ten meters high in the air. Just looking at the rope made him dizzy.
”Sir, it is time for it to start.”
”Yes.”
With Dolseok's comment, performers rushed onto the stage. They added to the amus.e.m.e.nt by playing on the swings and swearing. They were talented enough to make Ganghyuk excited, even though he was accustomed to various kinds of sensational content.
'It seems like I am looking at some martial arts.'
Some of them seemed to know martial arts; when they ran here and there, he could hear some rapid wind tearing sounds. It seemed too much for old people to follow the pace.
At that moment, the man who appeared to be the boss of the group b.u.mped into a man on the swing.
”Oh my goodness! Is he injured?”
”No, sir. Look at him. He is fine.”
As Dolseok mentioned, the boss rubbed his chest with his hands and then partic.i.p.ated in the performance again.
”Is he OK? Yes, he seems to be OK.”
”Yes, sir. They are experienced.”
”Yes, they are really good.”
Their rough movements attracted people's attention, but the most exciting performance was indeed the tightrope walking.
Dolseok was excited as well, so he yelled. ”Sir, there comes Eoreumsani.”