27.12.2006
Seven
Vll
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Fridsemd stands up, adjusts her ears and listenes. -Hva... Fownir´s home already.
They hear how the loud roars from the Scout-jeep infront of the
house quiet down.
-I beg your pardon Jon; and then she takes a few light-footed steps towards the lobby.
Jon pushes the darkbrown chair from the table, obviously aiming to follow the house-mistress, who stops him with a wink of a hand; No, don´t leave dear. Give my husband a chance to hear your remarkable story, for I know he´s quite as interested as I am about exotic beings.
Jon stays still as asked, sits down and awaits quite pleased for the master of the house, who´ll hopefully be as enthusiastic a listener as the Mrs.
In a way he´s quite relieved over the fact that he´s been able at long last to tell an adult about his knowledge, which he had kept hidden since his first encounter with the Beings.
He hears how the door is opened and then the sound of a short kiss;
-Welcome home honey, you´re unusully early, the clock´s not three yet.
Jon hears a manly voice answering:
-Yes my darling, some kind of rudeness´s been bothering me all day. My sixth sense has been telling me that something unusuall is happening here in our home. So I finally gave in to the urge, told the boys in the aviation-tower that they could reach me at home if they´d need my assistance. And here I am?
The loving wife removes the coat off the man whom she´d promised to love till the day she died on Boxing day 1955.
-Ye, ye, the guest whose been visiting me is one you´d never guess in a millio...
-Well he´s here then, the good-for-nothing neighbour, the son of Jon here in our street?
-Well, yes, but how could you´ve known?
-The scapegrace came to my mind every time the rudeness came over me at work. The tone of surrender can be heard in his voice when he walks toward the white kitchen, where the scapegrace is sitting like he´s been nailed to the chair not feeling too good after hearing the conversation in the hall.
Fownir who is a medium-built man with dark a little thinning hair had always been a youngish happy-looking man in Jon´s memory, but to his total surprise the morning´s worries had made him look old and anxious.
-Greetings to you Fownir, I truly beg your pardon for visiting your home so unexpectantly, Jon was able to grumble out choosing his words carefully alias Dale Carnegie. He sure hadn´t expected this from this quiet and easy man, who enjoyed great respect in their street, and even outside it he´d heard.
-I just came here to find your son, Loki, but as he´s away your
darling wife asked me to come in from the cold to discuss the reason I´m here, he grumbled still, but at the same time tries to meet the stinging eyes that are watching him with disgust...and a little fear it seems.
-That´s what I was most afraid of, that you wouldn´t leave my children alone, the words seem to tremble coming from the mouth of the husband who seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but is able to hold out.
Why did you have to come here? We´re peaceful people who never bother anybody.
Fridsemd quite astonished after listening to her husband, takes his hands in hers, turns him to herself, and tells him with a soothing voice, that it´s going to be all right, that Jon had come with good intensions. She had actually been listening to his remarkable story about his encounter with exotic beings, just like the ones they´d often discussed among friends.
-Please give him a chance, my dear. Listen to what he has to say, before you do something you´ll perhabs regret later; releases his hands and draws the third chair from under the table.
-Alright. I´ll do it for you listening to this poor wretch, but remember it when things have gone bad, that I didn´t invite him to my home, he says with a stern voice and takes the seat opposite to the young man who already has regained his confidence and rubs his hands together, getting ready for
the second chapter in his battle for more influence.
After the second story-telling the master of the house stands up and asks with a harsh voice:
-But why in the name of wonder do you want my Loki, who has always been a little backwards and shy. I´d rather thought that my other two children; Idbjorg or Thorgnyr suited better for the crusade, that you´re going to undertake.
Jon´s hands have turned steaming hot of all the rubbing, so he´s obliged to part them, before he announces that their eldest had been Selected by the Beings themselves, in continuation of their reading of his article:
The Circuit of Life on the readers´ opinion page of the Morgunblad.
Loki´s parents gape hearing what the lad has to tell them.
-Whi...which article are you babbling about. No this is too much, I won´t believe it till I see it.
-You just wait until June 8 1988, when you´ll be able to read an article by your eldest in the Morgunblad with the name before mentioned.
-What kind of bullshit are you blabbering about, Jon. Do you actually believe that we´ll believe you child, Fownir blurts out.
He really isn´t the type who would want to let his light shine and that in the Morgunblad of all mediums. How are you supposed to have reached this information...
-from the future, the couple ask like they were a duo in concert.
-From the Beings, Jon tells them at the same time he admires their coordination in speech and order. I was astounded myself, when I saw this article. These Beings have supernatural abilities and they´ve been lending me some of them. Still I´m not able to show you anything from the future, as they can, but they´ve trained me how to read people´s minds and have an influence on them and a few other things. Perhabs you´d like me to get Loki to phone you, just to demonstrate for you that I mean what I´m
saying.
Jon touches his temples with all fingers of both hands. He closes his eyes and concentrates himself, realising that now he won´t be allowed to fail. By all means he wants to show his first potential pupils that he´s a man of his words.
-You won´t have to wait long, he tries to convince them, when he hears they´ve begun to move their behinds on them chairs.
How come my abilities fail me now, he´s thinking desperately. He´s been trying for an unusually long period gaining total concentration; perhabs their presence is creating these difficulties? Until this moment he´d always been alone or with the
Beings when he´d travelled in the Astral-domain (to travel in the
Astral-domain means travelling outside your own body).
When he opens his eyes he sees how the couple is gaping at him.
-I´m having some difficulty concentrating while you´re watching me. Could I maybe have a little privacy in one of the bedrooms?
-Look here buster, we aren´t any fools. Don´t you think it´s time for you to leave us alone. Fownir has become really tired listening to this joker.
-You mustn´t believe that my stories were just lies. I myself do realise how preposterous they´ve seemed to you, but I can swear by anything that´s holy to me, that they´re all true.
Fownir confers with his wife, who´s ready to give the lad another chance, because as she says:
-My dear man, you know how eager I am to try anything
new as long as it doesn´t hurt anyone. In my opinion we should give him another chance, if it pleases this poor boy.
-Well boy! You can carry on a little longer and use Loki´s room, Fownir decides and points upstairs. The door in the end of the corridor.
Jon walks the stairs, but in the doorway he stops, turns and states reassuringly, that now he will prove himself, and closes the door behind him.