27.12.2006
Twentyfive
XXV
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When Jon Jonsson has become quite excited and pleased with himself following the events on the Laugarvatnsvellir, which he´s controlling with his eyes closed lieing in his quite dirty bed in Keflavik, he´s unfortunately interrupted by a tight knock on the closed door.
-THE COFFEE IS READY, JON, his mother yells out in the corridor.
Quite commonly in teenagers´ homes other members of the family usually yell outside the room, before entering or putting a hand on the knob, because most often it´s locked or the teenager doing something he/she doesn´t want to
reveal. She turns the door-knob, which surprisingly isn´t locked and then she opens up the door.
She gets startled facing her only son lieing in his
bed, with eyes closed and fingers pushing on the temples, five on each. She´s filled with sadness, seeing how his happy face turns suddenly into another with a devilish grin.
She doesn´t find anything in her vocabulary
which could describe this awful face. Jon... Jonsson, she´s finally able to groan up, where she´s shaking filled with fright in the doorway.
She´d rather die, than seeing this face again.
She´s ceased knowing her son anymore and neither of the parents had listened gravely to his blather about some space aliens, whom he said he´d met in the moors.
Several years had gone by since he first told them what he was doing up there in the middle of nowhere.
Should we possibly have listened to him, and then taken him to a doctor?
She´s not able to imagine what´s wrong with her darling little boy.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING CHILD she cries on him.
The son loses his concentration, when he realises that he´d forgotten to lock the door and seeing his mum so terribly confused in the doorway.
-E..e, what do you want, mamma? He manages to moan feeling so terribly disappointed and angry toward her for having interupted his most ambitious
drill. He didn´t get the opportunity to finish it in a satisfactory way.
He´d been dreaming of giving the two boys the same method as the Beings had given the man at Big Lake so memorably; the boys should have awakened in their beds having forgotten everything concerning the cave-journey and Sigmar.
But now they´d only have forgotten the reason they were on the fields and also Sigmar in the cave.
XXVl
Quickly the adolescents return to how they´re used to be.
They look and feel a little bewildered under the slopes of Mt. Reydarbarmur obviously not having the slightest idea where they are or what they´re doing there.
As usual Bjorn is the quicker responsing to their problem being the clever kid he´s always been.
He grabs a hold of his companion´s shoulder and for a while they stare in each other´s eyes trying to collect their thoughts on
what had happened to them.
They find the hours´gap in their memory quite
peculiar. Sigmar has also disappeared from their minds, but they don´t know it.
-What are we possibly doing here on Laugarvatnsvellir, Bjorn begins carefully so as not to make a fool of himself, but way back in his mind he´s
located a tiny memory of Laugarvatnsvellir in a vacation-journey with his parents when he was a little boy. -I haven´t the slightest..., Loki replies, just as carefully, but somehow it must have something to do with the hunting of ptarmigans, he adds to his case in the succession of checking what is causing the heavy load on his shoulder, becuse it turns out to be a rather old shotgun, which he doesn´t recall to be his, for he knows he doesn´t own one.
Bjorn shakes his head just as he always does when he has got to improve his memory.
-Yes, isn´t that the case, he pretends to recall and understand, weren´t we trying to shoot us some birds here on the moor, he predicts and tries to look very confident.
But evidently there aren´t very many birds in this area, because my game-bag´s obviously quite empty, he adds when he has felt the bag that´s hanging on his shoulder.
-I don´t know about your opinion Bjorn my dear Herbert, but I think it´s most intelligent for us to turn back to Laugarvatn, eventhough it´s with an
empty bag. Loki automatically rubs his temples with ten fingers, something he´d never done before, which he finds quite peculiar, because usually he uses the knuckles of both hands, when he´s trying to clear his mind.
I do find it awkward that I don´t remember anything from our journey hereto, or our purpose, man. Wow...
-Yes how true, Loki! Come on, and Bjorn brushes toward the track that crinkles to the north toward Laugarvatn, where there second home and safety
has been the preceding years.