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onsdag den 22. december 2021

Words for Wednesday -- Á Íslandi 2

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 This week's prompts are two times six words. I continued the story of Susan and Knud going to Iceland. It's a bit 'drafty' and as is my wont just stops where I ran out of steam, but as there's more story inside my head -- and more words, I used them in the order they were given -- I promise to continue given half a chance in the coming days.

   Bird
    Lifetime
    Impossible
    Days
    Dreams
    Meet

And/or

    Spider
    Thread
    Secret
    Thing
    Author
    Recesses

The plane fell and rose, but the oscillations grew steadily smaller. As they stopped, the comm system spluttered and the the captain’s voice could be heard. “Sorry for the rough ride,” he said, “we had a bird sucked into one of the engines. Luckily it was a small bird, so you, and I, will live to tell our grandchildren of this once in a lifetime accident.”  

“This is impossible,” a lady in one of the first rows said ion Norwegian. “On my way to Copenhagen the very same thing happened! Did he not say once in a lifetime? For me it’s the third such incident within seven days!”

“Let’s hope it’s trouble comes in threes,” the stewardess said and the lady murmured assent.

 (missing a part not yet written, where Susan and Knud spends two weeks travelling along the coast, brushing up their language skills and spells, getting used to Icelandic ways and car driving, visiting distant family and finally arrives at the museum)

Once there they accepted a guided tour, and volunteered to wait an hour for the next one which then would be held by a Rósa in Danish, as the first one was filled by a bus-load of American tourists. Knud and Susan looked at one another and nodded. “We can have a cup of tea in the restaurant or the garden while we’re waiting,” Susan said. They had been warned from Icelandic coffee, had tried it once, and decided to stay away for the time being.

They had the guiding almost to themselves, as the Danish summer holidays had not began yet. There were a Norwegian couple, three young girls also from Norway and an old, Danish man, a former professor from somewhere in Jutland.It was a strange, yet really interesting museum. Most of the exhibits were phony, either just superstition, or copies of copies of something that might have worked once upon a time. The old professor was very interested in the necropants, which Susan found disgusting and Knud morbid, they did not feel the slightest spark of magic in those. But some of the old grimoires and some of the wands were another kind altogether, Susan asked for, and surprisingly got permission to take out of their display case wands that should have belonged to witches and wizards from the 17 century onwards.
“You do know that this one is a modern replica?” Susan said, as she gingerly replaced the last one on it on the hooks holding it.
“Yes we do, the original wand was stolen together with a few other object some time ago. But how do you know?”

“Oh" Susan said, "I am an amateur wood turner, and I can see the traces of modern wood turning implements. I could not be certain looking at it through the glass, but close up I was sure.”

“Impressing,” the lady said. “We thought it was a perfect replica, Could you show me what gave it away, probably after the tour has ended?”

“I’d be happy to,” Susan replied.

Upstairs were no wands or grimoires, it was dedicated to the stories of persecutions and genealogy of Icelandic witches and wizards. They were encouraged to find their own families, if they had any Icelandic roots, only the old professor wanted a go and Rósa showed them how it worked by tracing her own family tree back to a wizard burned at the stake in the 1670es.

... to be continued

5 kommentarer:

  1. So Susan adds being a plausible liar to her repertoire of skills. As always I am looking forward to reading more and love the way that you stitch the prompts together into a continuing tale.

    SvarSlet
  2. One could wonder, if the professor will be trying to steal the necropants in the hope to put his granddaughter easier through college.
    As for Sue: I'd not be surprised had she Susan's number. ;-)

    SvarSlet
  3. Now i wonder who stole from the museum, was it someone who knows how to use those items?

    SvarSlet
  4. I would love to visit such a museum and see the wands and grimoires and other magical things.

    SvarSlet

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