MASON'S EDUCATION was an odd one, but perfectly fitted to the life his father
envisioned for him and to the task before him now.
As a child he attended a boarding school, to which his father contributed
heavily, where Mason's frequent absences were excused. For weeks at a time the
elder Verger conducted Mason's real education, taking the boy with him to the
stockyards and slaughterhouses that were the basis of his fortune.
Molson Verger was a pioneer in many areas of livestock production,
particularly in the area of economy.
His early experiments with cheap feed rank with those of Batterham fifty years
before. Molson Verger adulterated the pigs' diet with hog hair meal, mealed
chicken feathers and manure to an extent considered daring at the time. He was
regarded as a reckless visionary in the 1940's when he first took away the
pigs' fresh drinking water and had them drink ditch liquor, made of fermented
animal waste, to hasten weight gain. The laughter stopped when his profits
rolled in, and his competitors hurried to copy him.
Molson Verger's leadership in the meatpacking industry did not stop there. He
fought bravely and with his own funds against the Humane Slaughter Act,
strictly from the standpoint of economy, and managed to keep face branding
legal though it cost him dearly in legislative compensation. With Mason at his
side, he supervised large-scale experiments in the problems of lairage,
determining how long you could deprive animals of food and water before
slaughter without significant weight losses.
It was Verger-sponsored genetic research that finally achieved the heavy
double-muscling of the Belgian swine breeds without the concomitant drip
losses that plagued the Belgians. Molson Verger bought breeding stock
worldwide and sponsored a number of foreign breeding programs.
But slaughterhouses are at base a people business and nobody understood that
better than Molson Verger. He managed to cow the leadership of the unions when
they tried to encroach on his profits with wage and safety demands. In this
area his solid relationships with organized crime served him well for thirty
years.
Mason bore a strong resemblance to his father then, with dark shiny eyebrows
above pale blue butcher's eyes, and a low hairline that slanted across his
forehead, descending from his right to his left. Often, affectionately, Molson
Verger liked to take his son's head in his hands and just feel it, as though
he were confirming the son's paternity through physiognomy, just as he could
feel the face of a pig and tell by the bone structure its genetic makeup.
Mason learned well and, even after his injuries confined him to his bed, he
was able to make sound business decisions to be implemented by his minions. It
was Son Mason's idea to have the U.S. government and the United Nations
slaughter all the native pigs in Haiti, citing the danger from them of African
swine flu. He was then able to sell the government great white American pigs
to replace the native swine. The great sleek swine, when faced with Haitian
conditions, died as soon as possible and had to be replaced again and again
from Mason's stock until the Haitians replaced their own pigs with hardy
little rooters from the Dominican Republic.
Now, with a lifetime of knowledge and experience, Mason felt like Stradivarius
approaching the worktable as he built the engines of his revenge.
What a wealth of information and resources Mason had in his faceless skull!
Lying in his bed, composing in his mind like the deaf Beethoven, he remembered
walking the swine fairs with his father, checking out the competition,
Molson's little silver knife ever ready to slip out of his waistcoat and into
a pig's back to check the depth of back fat, walking away from the outraged
squeal, too dignified to be challenged, his hand back in his pocket, thumb
marking the place on the blade.
Mason would have smiled if he had lips, remembering his father sticking a 4-H
contestant pig who thought everyone was his friend, the child who owned it
crying. The child's father coming over furious, and Molson's thugs taking him
outside the tent. Oh, there were some good, funny times.
At the swine fairs Mason had seen exotic pigs from all over the world. For his
new purpose, he brought together the best of all that he had seen.
Mason began his breeding program immediately after his Christmas Epiphany and
centered it in a small pig-breeding facility the Vergers owned in Sardinia,
off the coast of Italy. He chose the place for its remoteness and its
convenience to Europe.
Mason believed correctly - that Dr Lecter's first stop outside the United
States after his escape was in South America. But he had ever been convinced
that Europe was where a man of Dr Lecter's tastes would settle - and he had
watchers yearly at the Salzburg Music Festival and other cultural events.
This is what Mason sent to his breeders in Sardinia to prepare the theater of
Dr Lecter's death: The giant forest pig, Hylochoerus meinertzhageni, six teats
and thirty-eight chromosomes, a resourceful feeder, an opportunistic omnivore,
like man. Two meters in length in the highland families, it weighs about two
hundred seventy-five kilograms. The giant forest pig is Mason's ground note.
The classic European wild boar, S. scrofa scrofa, thirty-six chromosomes in
its purest form, no facial warts, all bristles and great ripping tusks, a big
fast and fierce animal that will kill a viper with its sharp hooves and eat
the snake like it was a Slim Jim. When aroused or rutting, or protecting its
piglets, it will charge anything that threatens. Sows have twelve teats and
are good mothers. In S. scrofa scrofa, Mason found his theme and the facial
appearance appropriate to provide Dr Lecter a last, hellish vision of himself
consumed. He bought the Ossabaw Island pig for
its aggressiveness, and the Jiaxing Black for high estradiol levels.
A false note when he introduced a Babirusa, Babyrousa babyrussa, from Eastern
Indonesia, known as the hog-deer for the exaggerated length of its tusks. It
was a slow breeder with only two teats, and at one hundred kilograms it cost
him too much in size. No time was lost, as there were other, parallel litters
that did not include the Babirusa.
In dentition, Mason had little variety to choose from. Almost every species
had teeth adequate to the task, three pairs of sharp incisors, one pair of
elongated canines, four pairs of premolars, and three crushing pairs of
molars, upper and lower, for a total of forty-four teeth.
Any pig will eat a dead man, but to get him to eat a live one some education
is required. Mason's Sardinians were up to the task.
Now, after an effort of seven years and many litters, the results were . . .
remarkable.