They bumped into an old man trying to convince them to come with him. And he spoke of destiny. Whatever is he talking about? Who does he think he is? What importance does he play in their life? Why?
Well, here's the what happened next...
He paused and looked back at them. "Someone very trustworthy, I assure you. Now come! We must waste no more time." He limped away.
Marty looked at Jane and Alex murmuring, "Why not?"
"Are you mad?" hissed Jane. "This is a trick! He's probably going to poison us for being rich and steal our money."
Marty ignored Jane and smiled sweetly, saying to the man, "Ok. We will come."
"But we're not," whispered Alex - mostly to Jane - received a surprised look from Marty. "I mean we don't have any money on us."
"Oh!" whispered Marty following the man, as he said that it was not too far. Alex followed. Jane gaped, rolled her eyes and trailed behind.
After passing some buildings, stores, people, carriages, horses, carts and wagons, the short, balding man entered a small, run-down cottage. Stepping inside, their eyes straightaway noticed a table in the middle of the room. But, immediately Jane, Alexandra, and Martha were drawn to the light coming from their right,where they saw a little fireplace burning with a small fire. By it were four chairs.
"Come, sit down. I tell you what I hear." He went to the fire place, pulling out a pot and setting it on the table.
Marty was the first to obey, however Alex and Jane stopped, hesitating. Marty paused to look at them, wondering why they weren't proceeding. Perhaps she had missed something that she should have taken note of. For she now felt rather naive, but could not figure out why they were being so cautious. The old man seemed nice enough.
Alex was staring at the three chairs that faced the one chair, making a semi-circle. Was he expecting them? She wondered.
Lurking in the left corner of the cottage was a small flame burning on a candle. It sat on a barrel with an opened, old-looking book. Next to the barrel against the left wall, she noticed a bed with something black in the middle of it, breathing. She blinked a couple of times. Her eyes adjusted to see a black cat sleeping peacefully.
Jane and Alex would have turned and run away, but were drawn to the man by curiousity as to what he was going to tell them. So, they followed Marty farther into the room to the chairs and sat down. Jane set the bundle of clothes in her lap and her hands sat on top.
He poured some steaming liquid into two cups. "Care, for some tea?" asked he, handing Jane and Alex a cup.
They accepted daring glances at each other.
Jane mouthed to Alex and Marty, shaking her head, "Don't drink it."
"It's going to be a beautiful day," said he nonchalantly.
Marty and Alex mouthed in unison the word "What?" at Jane.
"I hate to bring you ladies inside, but your..."
Jane tried pointing to her cup, Alex and Marty nodded their heads while mouthing, "Yes." Jane then began shaking her hand above the cup, mouthing, "Don't drin-" she stopped abruptly when he turned around with two more cups.
He handed one to Marty, saying, "...someone must know..."
And once he seated himself with the steaming cups in hand, he looked downward for a long time. They glanced at each other with puzzlement, holding their warm and steaming cups.
He looked up at them suddenly, meeting each of their eyes. "There is a legend you must know."
They narrowed their eyes at him.
I think that's enough for today, eh?
The legend you will find out in a blog yet to come! ;)
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