Walking in the direction of the sound of the train I hoped to follow the tracks and thereby sooner or later to be able to forage in one of the many abandoned stations that haunt this part of the country. However the first building of any kind I came across was an odd sort of tower seemingly disconnected with any obvious purpose. Trying the door I found that it was locked and bared from within. I sat down to rest a bit and ponder the wise in forcing my entrance. Did I want to know the secret of what was hidden inside? Probably not.
Chapter XII - To the tower
Chapter XI - Remembrance and hillsides
So there I was away from the house and almost completely immersed in whistling my new little fancy traveltune. It did do the job remarkably well considering the odd silences surrounding us on all sides. Once I believe I saw the wings of an angel disappearing behind a large pine. Well that's music to you, it can summon all sorts of creatures. When the forrest suddenly ended and gave over to rustbrown rolling hills I decided that it would soon be time to start looking for you again. From the north came the calming thunder of a freighttrain on its way to the coast.
Chapter X - Through velvet silences
Well now I finally departed the house where I had stayed for awhile. How long as I've said before I can't say really. Going into the deep of the pineforrest I felt quite exalted and took it upon myself to compose a short whistletune for walking. A little joyful thing not to complicated and easy to remember.
Chapter IX - Amongst fallen leaves
Standing by the lake I couldn't resist the strange urge to taste the water full well knowing that it would likely be a rather disappointing experience. However on my bending down to scoop up some of the dark green I lost my balance and fell over getting more than I had asked for or perhaps exactly that. I couldn't help feeling that my mute surroundings, the house and all were somehow silently amused by my small accident. Going back to the library to dry my clothes I promised myself to move on no later than the next day.
Chapter VIII - Afternoons and lawnchairs
Opening the french doors to the gardens revealed an oddly curving lawn leading down to a lake surrounded by the darkest forrest of ancient pines. I could feel the gentle humming of the wind through the needles sending me back to endless childhood afternoons of late summer. About halfway to the lake stood a single lawnchair. There really was no need to try it out to know that you could spend hours in it just listening to the deep silence of the lake.
Chapter VII - Of lemons and arches
I found the entrance to the library behind a sliding mural depicting Skt. Michaels fight with the dragon. What a strange wonderful room filled with maps and charts and old manuscripts from an other world and age. I can't say exactly how long I dwelled there but I remember the sun setting through the arched windows at least twice maybe more. Again I found some quite delicious lemon bisquits seeming only slightly old. Behind a corinthian pillar stood a pair of old muddy wellingtons. As if someone had taken the trouble of carrying them across the room from the french doors and then being distracted just put them down there.
Chapter VI - Maps and charts
Walking further through the house I could sense the silence of the library hiding somewhere behind closed doors as if it was hoping that I would somehow just pass it by.
Chapter V - Calmning treasures
After resting in the parlor I set out to explore the house and came upon a goldfishpond in an inner courtyard. All around me glassjawed spiders were singing in the amber light and behold the one old fish listening contently while starring at the sky.
Chapter IV - Whilst in the thick of it
So it came that I persuaded myself to move on for to meet you at a later time and place. After a full days journey I came upon a deserted manor of decidedly mixed styles and origins. There I dwelt for a time eating ginger cookies and wild strawberries.
Chapter III - When they pass me by
For two days and two nights I was waiting for you while counting twigs to the rhythmn of the pounding of distant warhorses.
Chapter I - And you shall find me in the forrest
And I will be searching the hidden world in the folds beside the trail while listening to the wings beating and the clicking of the claws scratching.
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