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you don't mind,"
said Steve. "But the point is that I felt I was the owner of the
ring, Bend, or whatever his name was. I felt it was all happening
to me."
"Oh no, I wasn't in the dream exactly" said
Gill. "I shared it or I watched it."
"And did you pick up thoughts and
impressions?"
"How d'you mean?"
"Well I had the impression that the bloke who
killed me was looking for something. Not just looking for the
sunken village but looking for something in it. I just wondered if
you picked that up."
"I'm not sure. I don't think so," she said.
Then she added, "I could do with a tea or something. It wasn't a
shock but it was more than a surprise."
"The kettle's still here, though I could do
with the 'or something' I think." He put the ring down on the table
in front of Alicia and picked up the kettle to top it up from the
water barrel.
As he did there was a splatter of rain
against the window of the Portacabin. "Want a drink Ali?" he
asked.
Alicia picked up the ring and examined it.
"Your story was logical and not all that unlikely. The detail was
in keeping with what we know." She was still pensive, turning the
ring over and over as if she expected some sort of explanation from
it. A rather wet Frank Baxter banged in, carrying a pair of damp
jeans.
"My story?" said Steve.
"Well it did seem to be your story. I seemed
to be sort of sharing your dream."
"And you were wearing the ring, weren't you?"
added Gill. "Ali's right. It did seem to be your story."
"What've I missed?" asked Frank, dumping the
jeans over the back of a chair and then sitting down. "I was
writing home when I heard the rain. I went outside to try and
rescue the jeans I hung out to dry, but I guess I was too
late."
There was silence for a moment and the wind
splattered more rain against the windows, while it drummed on the
cabin roof. "Sounds as if you were," said Steve at length.
"Too late to save the jeans from a soaking, I
mean. As to what you missed, I'd say it was an ... experience.
"Experience?"
"It was as if we all shared the same dream,"
said Gill.
"Dream?"
"I lived through what happened to the fella
who had the ring," said Steve. He watched Frank raise his eyebrows,
but he made no comment, so Steve continued, "I must have told the
story to Ali and Gill at the same time, near as I can make
out."
"So tell me his story," said Frank, more to
Alicia than Gill. "As you experienced it. We'll worry about the
'how' later, right now I'm interested in the 'what.'" At that
moment the kettle boiled and the cabin door opened as Manjy came
in.
"I'll just brew up first, then we can all
settle down to listen," said Steve as he switched off the
kettle.
Alicia told Steve's story just as he had
experienced it. "... And I suppose he died shortly after from the
spear wound. He could easily have fallen where we found the
remains," she finished, glancing at her wrist watch. It had taken
about ten minutes in the telling.
"Logical explanation," said Frank, echoing
Alicia's first reaction, "It could be for real. I mean, the detail
is in line with what we know."
"I think perhaps the ring is storing up
memories of a previous owner." Manjy chimed in, "Either that or
Steve was that person in a past life."
If Alicia heard her she ignored her, saying
to Frank, "It was very interesting but I don't know what we
experienced and I don't know how we could verify the details."
"Well now," said Frank slowly, "if there's a
hand somewhere about the entrance to the village we'll come across
it pretty soon. I guess that would be proof, at least to the three
of you anyway."
"And what would be proof to you?" Gill wanted
to know.
"Proof of what? The whole thing's pretty
incredible," added Alicia.
Frank was cautious still. "I don't know what
you experienced, I've only heard you tell me a story," he said. "I
don't know what would be proof until I know what you shared."
Manjy tried again. "If the ring was
responsible before, try it again. See whether we 'share an
experience'
said Steve. "But the point is that I felt I was the owner of the
ring, Bend, or whatever his name was. I felt it was all happening
to me."
"Oh no, I wasn't in the dream exactly" said
Gill. "I shared it or I watched it."
"And did you pick up thoughts and
impressions?"
"How d'you mean?"
"Well I had the impression that the bloke who
killed me was looking for something. Not just looking for the
sunken village but looking for something in it. I just wondered if
you picked that up."
"I'm not sure. I don't think so," she said.
Then she added, "I could do with a tea or something. It wasn't a
shock but it was more than a surprise."
"The kettle's still here, though I could do
with the 'or something' I think." He put the ring down on the table
in front of Alicia and picked up the kettle to top it up from the
water barrel.
As he did there was a splatter of rain
against the window of the Portacabin. "Want a drink Ali?" he
asked.
Alicia picked up the ring and examined it.
"Your story was logical and not all that unlikely. The detail was
in keeping with what we know." She was still pensive, turning the
ring over and over as if she expected some sort of explanation from
it. A rather wet Frank Baxter banged in, carrying a pair of damp
jeans.
"My story?" said Steve.
"Well it did seem to be your story. I seemed
to be sort of sharing your dream."
"And you were wearing the ring, weren't you?"
added Gill. "Ali's right. It did seem to be your story."
"What've I missed?" asked Frank, dumping the
jeans over the back of a chair and then sitting down. "I was
writing home when I heard the rain. I went outside to try and
rescue the jeans I hung out to dry, but I guess I was too
late."
There was silence for a moment and the wind
splattered more rain against the windows, while it drummed on the
cabin roof. "Sounds as if you were," said Steve at length.
"Too late to save the jeans from a soaking, I
mean. As to what you missed, I'd say it was an ... experience.
"Experience?"
"It was as if we all shared the same dream,"
said Gill.
"Dream?"
"I lived through what happened to the fella
who had the ring," said Steve. He watched Frank raise his eyebrows,
but he made no comment, so Steve continued, "I must have told the
story to Ali and Gill at the same time, near as I can make
out."
"So tell me his story," said Frank, more to
Alicia than Gill. "As you experienced it. We'll worry about the
'how' later, right now I'm interested in the 'what.'" At that
moment the kettle boiled and the cabin door opened as Manjy came
in.
"I'll just brew up first, then we can all
settle down to listen," said Steve as he switched off the
kettle.
Alicia told Steve's story just as he had
experienced it. "... And I suppose he died shortly after from the
spear wound. He could easily have fallen where we found the
remains," she finished, glancing at her wrist watch. It had taken
about ten minutes in the telling.
"Logical explanation," said Frank, echoing
Alicia's first reaction, "It could be for real. I mean, the detail
is in line with what we know."
"I think perhaps the ring is storing up
memories of a previous owner." Manjy chimed in, "Either that or
Steve was that person in a past life."
If Alicia heard her she ignored her, saying
to Frank, "It was very interesting but I don't know what we
experienced and I don't know how we could verify the details."
"Well now," said Frank slowly, "if there's a
hand somewhere about the entrance to the village we'll come across
it pretty soon. I guess that would be proof, at least to the three
of you anyway."
"And what would be proof to you?" Gill wanted
to know.
"Proof of what? The whole thing's pretty
incredible," added Alicia.
Frank was cautious still. "I don't know what
you experienced, I've only heard you tell me a story," he said. "I
don't know what would be proof until I know what you shared."
Manjy tried again. "If the ring was
responsible before, try it again. See whether we 'share an
experience'
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