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turned around.
Odin was wearing a cloak with the hood pulled up. The caretaker climbed the staircase, giving Ethan a good look at his injury. Odin had a gash that ran down the length of his face. The gash seemed to have been made by a large claw, with a second gouge down his ear and jaw that was meager in comparison. Dried blood was smeared down the side of his face from someone’s attempt to clean the wound.
Odin smiled at Ethan. “Oh I have had much worse than this I assure you. I will be quite alright.”
Ethan looked at him. “How did this happen?”
“Let me get some herbs on that wound and we can go over the details we can, this will be no problem indeed, I can have you patched up in a minute,” said Wegnel as he reached inside his satchel.
Odin smiled as Ethan helped him up the stairs into the chair on the front porch.
“Thank you, my friends.”
Wegnel spent the next few moments mixing his ingredients and applying the resulting green goop to Odin’s face.
“It seems a giant werewolf was loose, roaming about. My curiosity must have gotten the best of me,” said Odin.
“We ran into a lycanthrope last night …” said Wegnel. “Or at least a very large stone with a severe lycanthropic condition.”
“Indeed, I saw the poison spikes in its foot. If it weren’t for that, and of course that it seemed half blind, I’m afraid it would have been difficult for me to escape … mostly intact …” replied Odin.
Odin looked at Ethan with a concerned expression. “You were very lucky to have survived such an encounter.”
“As are you, Odin.”
“Rest rest, Odin needs to rest now, and I need to be on my way.” Wegnel gathered his remaining supplies and set the small jar of green mystery paste on the table. “Put some more of this on both Odin and Loki tonight and make sure they get plenty of rest — that’s a good lad, bring them by tomorrow for a checkup,” he added.
Ethan nodded. He wanted to ask more questions of the alchemist, but decided he had enough to worry about, what with taking care of his cat and Odin.
Chapter 9
A Trip Through Time
The day’s affairs came to order quickly the next morning. Odin, ignoring his get-rest orders from Wegnel, was up very early. He was drinking tea and making a bustling racket which woke Ethan up. Grappling with the idea of getting out of bed, Ethan pushed the sheets off his face. He was rather glad to see the six-toed cat was again at the foot of his bed, looking as if he were ready to go back to his day-to-day routine. Ethan gave him some attention and then proceeded into the study to look for Odin. He found his caretaker going through shelves that had lacked the organizational aspect of any well-respected mapmaker. He had stirred up quite a bit of dust and was mumbling about the map he had discovered the other day.
“Ah….” Odin looked up at Ethan while holding up a backpack. “Here it has been all along; it is always in the last place you look, but also the last place you expect to find it,” he said with a hint of excitement.
It was raining lightly that morning and thunder was rolling in the distance. It did not seem that the rain would let up any time soon and Ethan was starting to wonder if the weather was affecting Odin’s mind.
“Shouldn’t you be resting?” asked Ethan.
“Nonsense my boy, now get your things packed up, we must get going before the storm gets worse,” replied Odin.
Ethan looked surprised, “Odin, what do you mean — Wegnel’s already? What are you up to?”
“Always up to no good I’m afraid,” Odin said with a wink of his eye. “We are going to Ghislain’s.”
“Auren’s father — but … what for?” said Ethan, now wondering if he was to be punished for some additional crime that he was unaware of.
“We have business,” stated Odin. He had already filled his pack with several items — he looked as if he were ready to be gone for a week.
Ethan shrugged his shoulders, downed a mug of tea
Odin was wearing a cloak with the hood pulled up. The caretaker climbed the staircase, giving Ethan a good look at his injury. Odin had a gash that ran down the length of his face. The gash seemed to have been made by a large claw, with a second gouge down his ear and jaw that was meager in comparison. Dried blood was smeared down the side of his face from someone’s attempt to clean the wound.
Odin smiled at Ethan. “Oh I have had much worse than this I assure you. I will be quite alright.”
Ethan looked at him. “How did this happen?”
“Let me get some herbs on that wound and we can go over the details we can, this will be no problem indeed, I can have you patched up in a minute,” said Wegnel as he reached inside his satchel.
Odin smiled as Ethan helped him up the stairs into the chair on the front porch.
“Thank you, my friends.”
Wegnel spent the next few moments mixing his ingredients and applying the resulting green goop to Odin’s face.
“It seems a giant werewolf was loose, roaming about. My curiosity must have gotten the best of me,” said Odin.
“We ran into a lycanthrope last night …” said Wegnel. “Or at least a very large stone with a severe lycanthropic condition.”
“Indeed, I saw the poison spikes in its foot. If it weren’t for that, and of course that it seemed half blind, I’m afraid it would have been difficult for me to escape … mostly intact …” replied Odin.
Odin looked at Ethan with a concerned expression. “You were very lucky to have survived such an encounter.”
“As are you, Odin.”
“Rest rest, Odin needs to rest now, and I need to be on my way.” Wegnel gathered his remaining supplies and set the small jar of green mystery paste on the table. “Put some more of this on both Odin and Loki tonight and make sure they get plenty of rest — that’s a good lad, bring them by tomorrow for a checkup,” he added.
Ethan nodded. He wanted to ask more questions of the alchemist, but decided he had enough to worry about, what with taking care of his cat and Odin.
Chapter 9
A Trip Through Time
The day’s affairs came to order quickly the next morning. Odin, ignoring his get-rest orders from Wegnel, was up very early. He was drinking tea and making a bustling racket which woke Ethan up. Grappling with the idea of getting out of bed, Ethan pushed the sheets off his face. He was rather glad to see the six-toed cat was again at the foot of his bed, looking as if he were ready to go back to his day-to-day routine. Ethan gave him some attention and then proceeded into the study to look for Odin. He found his caretaker going through shelves that had lacked the organizational aspect of any well-respected mapmaker. He had stirred up quite a bit of dust and was mumbling about the map he had discovered the other day.
“Ah….” Odin looked up at Ethan while holding up a backpack. “Here it has been all along; it is always in the last place you look, but also the last place you expect to find it,” he said with a hint of excitement.
It was raining lightly that morning and thunder was rolling in the distance. It did not seem that the rain would let up any time soon and Ethan was starting to wonder if the weather was affecting Odin’s mind.
“Shouldn’t you be resting?” asked Ethan.
“Nonsense my boy, now get your things packed up, we must get going before the storm gets worse,” replied Odin.
Ethan looked surprised, “Odin, what do you mean — Wegnel’s already? What are you up to?”
“Always up to no good I’m afraid,” Odin said with a wink of his eye. “We are going to Ghislain’s.”
“Auren’s father — but … what for?” said Ethan, now wondering if he was to be punished for some additional crime that he was unaware of.
“We have business,” stated Odin. He had already filled his pack with several items — he looked as if he were ready to be gone for a week.
Ethan shrugged his shoulders, downed a mug of tea
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