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Authors: Joe Corso [time travel]
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They passed through the village and walked south following the footpath along the banks of the Glaslyn leading to Beddgelert's most famous historical feature, Gelert's Grave, the final resting place of Prince Llewelyn's faithful hound. They stood for a moment taking in the story as written on the tombstone:
" In the 13th Century Llewelyn, prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert, ‘The Faithful Hound’, who was unaccountably absent.
On Llewelyn's return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant's cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood.
The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound's side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog's dying yell was answered by a child's cry. Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed, but nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf, which Gelert had slain.
The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here".
It was a sad story and one that was legendary, yet no one knew for sure if it was true or pure folklore.
Charlie and Lucky headed back toward the portal. Charlie was now a believer. What he had just experienced was nothing short of amazing – Wales in the 1800’s, and this for a guy who had never left Alice Springs, Australia. On the drive back to his ranch, Charlie was mostly quiet, still trying to absorb what had happened and Lucky became pensive, trying to decide how best to tackle his next feat – that of securing a location for the professor’s creation – his spaceship invention. Charlie had a lot of idle land, so now was as good a time as any. That was the real purpose of the trip anyway.
“Charlie,” Lucky said, breaking the silence, “I need a large area, a few acres of property, quiet, remote. I need to rent it for a while as we work on a project. Needs to be enclosed and private.”
Charlie looked up with his eyebrow arched a bit, and said, “Hold on now, Lucky. What the heck are you up to? Nothing funny going on here, is it? Nothing . . . illegal ?”
“No, no, Charlie, nothing like that. Oh no, what from CIA to what, meth manufacturer? No, no, I give you my word that it isn’t anything at all like that.” He laughed. “But I take no offense at the question.”
“Well, then, let’s see what we can do,” Charlie said.
“Tell ya what,” Lucky added. “If you build another barn somewhere on your property, not only will I pay for it, but I’ll also pay you to allow me to rent the property while we work on this project of ours.”
“Dang, Lucky, that’s a pretty good deal. I’ll have a construction crew over tomorrow afternoon.”
Lucky went on to explain how that when they left, Charlie would then have the barn to expand his ranch, add more horses, have a bigger space for dairy cows; whatever he chose. Both men agreed – it was a win/win all the way around. Lindstrom could live and work there in total privacy and Charlie would inherit a great real estate addition to his land.
The following morning, Lucky could smell the coffee and bacon as he came down the stairs. Charlie was busy on the phone lining up construction crews and ordering materials for delivery later in the day. That afternoon, just before three p.m., two large flatbed tractors arrived, carrying a heavy load of lumber and most of the other materials needed to build the barn. At seven the next morning, the work crew arrived. After eating a quick breakfast, compliments of Charlie, they left and joined their foreman who was standing at a picnic table, in front of where the barn would be built, with the plans spread out, the table brought there for that purpose alone. It would serve as the foreman’s table of “operations.” The foreman glanced once again at the blueprints and gave instructions to each man who quickly set about assuming his role in the building of
" In the 13th Century Llewelyn, prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert, ‘The Faithful Hound’, who was unaccountably absent.
On Llewelyn's return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant's cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood.
The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound's side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog's dying yell was answered by a child's cry. Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed, but nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf, which Gelert had slain.
The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here".
It was a sad story and one that was legendary, yet no one knew for sure if it was true or pure folklore.
Charlie and Lucky headed back toward the portal. Charlie was now a believer. What he had just experienced was nothing short of amazing – Wales in the 1800’s, and this for a guy who had never left Alice Springs, Australia. On the drive back to his ranch, Charlie was mostly quiet, still trying to absorb what had happened and Lucky became pensive, trying to decide how best to tackle his next feat – that of securing a location for the professor’s creation – his spaceship invention. Charlie had a lot of idle land, so now was as good a time as any. That was the real purpose of the trip anyway.
“Charlie,” Lucky said, breaking the silence, “I need a large area, a few acres of property, quiet, remote. I need to rent it for a while as we work on a project. Needs to be enclosed and private.”
Charlie looked up with his eyebrow arched a bit, and said, “Hold on now, Lucky. What the heck are you up to? Nothing funny going on here, is it? Nothing . . . illegal ?”
“No, no, Charlie, nothing like that. Oh no, what from CIA to what, meth manufacturer? No, no, I give you my word that it isn’t anything at all like that.” He laughed. “But I take no offense at the question.”
“Well, then, let’s see what we can do,” Charlie said.
“Tell ya what,” Lucky added. “If you build another barn somewhere on your property, not only will I pay for it, but I’ll also pay you to allow me to rent the property while we work on this project of ours.”
“Dang, Lucky, that’s a pretty good deal. I’ll have a construction crew over tomorrow afternoon.”
Lucky went on to explain how that when they left, Charlie would then have the barn to expand his ranch, add more horses, have a bigger space for dairy cows; whatever he chose. Both men agreed – it was a win/win all the way around. Lindstrom could live and work there in total privacy and Charlie would inherit a great real estate addition to his land.
The following morning, Lucky could smell the coffee and bacon as he came down the stairs. Charlie was busy on the phone lining up construction crews and ordering materials for delivery later in the day. That afternoon, just before three p.m., two large flatbed tractors arrived, carrying a heavy load of lumber and most of the other materials needed to build the barn. At seven the next morning, the work crew arrived. After eating a quick breakfast, compliments of Charlie, they left and joined their foreman who was standing at a picnic table, in front of where the barn would be built, with the plans spread out, the table brought there for that purpose alone. It would serve as the foreman’s table of “operations.” The foreman glanced once again at the blueprints and gave instructions to each man who quickly set about assuming his role in the building of
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