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Fara i Viking - Chapter 22
Chapter XII – Medicine
Tino did not wait to see if his shots had done lasting damage. As soon as he heard Aleksander’s pained scream he dropped below the bench he was using for cover and spun around to see what had happened. Eiríkur was lying on the floor, Aleksander had just reached his side, the others were also moving quickly to see what had happened. From the looks of things Eiríkur had attempted to find better covered after the bench he had been huddling behind was destroyed. He had been out in the open for only a moment, but Ivan’s shot had hit him.
“What happened? Is he okay?” Tino asked, rushing to his side as well.
No one answered because no one yet knew the answer. Aleksander kept repeating his brother’s name desperately as he picked him up and cradled him in his arms. Eiríkur’s left arm and shoulder had taken the brunt of the blast. His clothing had been singed away and the sk
Fara i Viking - Chapter 21
Chapter 21 – Hostile Negotiations
Mathias searched the entire chamber, high and low, for another exit. There was none. Not even a natural passageway through the cave system. “Who builds a secret underground room with only one way out?” he muttered angrily.
“Easier to hide,” Aleksander pointed out.
“Easier to guard,” Tino added.
“You’re not helping,” Mathias snapped. He was still upset about the chamber being empty. The others knew it was best to let him just work through it; wait until he was calm again before trying to come up with a plan. It was taking longer than usual, though. Searching for a second exit and being similarly denied any reward for his efforts did nothing to improve the captain’s mood, but he was slowly becoming more reasonable. He had stopped swinging the axe around so carelessly, and now that his secondary search was over Mathias sat down on a broken stalagmite to fume silently.
Fara i Viking - Chapter 20
Chapter XX – The Vault
The interior of the building was dark. Light filtered in from holes in the roof where time had taken its toll on the structure, and now from the open door, although this was still blocked by Berwald and the others as they quickly crowded around him to peer inside. Mathias was the first to push past them all and step inside. It was not much to look at. Rather a disappointment. Dust and filth lay in a fine coating over everything. The room in which they currently stood was lined with benches, most of which were broken or upended. Those that were not still did not appear very sturdy. Windows high on the walls had been shuttered permanently centuries ago but some of the boards were beginning to come loose.
At the far end of the room there were two doors, and as soon as he spotted them that was straight were Mathais headed. He did so recklessly and without hesitation, barely sparing a glance at the rest of the building. Clearly this room was not what they were
Fara i Viking - Chapter 19
Chapter XIV City of the Gods
It was well past midnight or so they thought, because no one yet knew the length of days nor nights on Asgard but the sun was not yet on the horizon. The stars that glittered between clouds in the sky were in unfamiliar constellations, but space travelers were not troubled by this the way a planet-bound person might be. The crew of the Hofvar gathered everything they could need for exploration of an unknown planet.
For Aleksander, this was his portable scanner, the three strange keys they had already acquired these wrapped carefully in a scrap of cloth and tucked into the inside pocket of his coat and a set of curious looking disk-shaped devices with an array of buttons on one side, an extendable antenna, and the other side coated with adhesive. Tracking devices, he explained when asked, to prevent them from getting lost and to help chart a map of the city ruins.
Eiríkur had similarly outfitted himself with wha
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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