said.
“My name is S.,” Paulo answered.
Chris was startled. Paulo had given his magic name! Very few people knew that secret, since the only way to cause a certain kind of evil to a magus is by using his magic name. Only those who were completely trustworthy were allowed to know the name.
Paulo had just met this woman. He couldn’t trust her that much.
“But you can call me Valhalla,” the red-haired woman continued.
That’s the name of the Vikings’ paradise,
Paulo thought, and he told her his given name in return.
The redhead appeared to relax a bit. For the first time, she looked at Chris, seated at the table.
“In order to see an angel, three things are needed,” said the Valkyrie, turning back to Paulo asif Chris didn’t exist. ‘And, in addition to those three things, courage is needed. A woman’s courage, not a man’s.”
Paulo made it appear that he was paying no attention.
“Tomorrow, we will be near Tucson,” Valhalla said. “Come to see us at noon, if your ring is authentic.”
Paulo got the map out of the car, and Valhalla showed him the place where they should meet. One of the other Valkyries told Valhalla that her breakfast was getting cold. She turned back to her place at the counter and asked the man to turn on the radio again.
For a long time, Paulo and Chris sat over their coffee, watching the Valkyries eat.
Finally, the women got up and began to leave. As Valhalla reached the door, Paulo called out, “What are the three conditions for conversing with one’s angel?”
Quietly, the redhead replied: “Break a pact. Accept forgiveness. And make a bet.”
Chapter 24
P AULO AND C HRIS LOOKED OUT AT THE CITY below. For the first time in almost three weeks, they were in a real hotel—room service, bar, and breakfast in bed.
It was six in the evening, the hour in which they had gotten into the habit of practicing their channeling exercises. But Paulo was fast asleep.
Chris knew that the meeting that morning at the diner had changed everything; if she wanted to talk to her angel, she would have to do it on her own.
They had spoken little during the trip to Tucson. She had asked him only why he had divulged his magic name. Paulo answered that Valhalla had given him hers, and he could do no less.
Perhaps he was telling the truth, perhaps this was what he believed, but Chris wondered. She was a woman, and she saw things that men don’t. She thought that Paulo might want to talk to her later that night.
Chris called the desk clerk and asked where the nearest bookstore was located. There was none nearby, he said; she would have to drive. She thought about it for a few moments, and then got the car keys. They were in a big city; if Paulo awoke, he would think that she had gone exploring.
Chapter 25
S HE BECAME LOST IN THE TRAFFIC SEVERAL times, but eventually found a huge shopping mall. One of the shops made keys, and she had a copy made of the keys to the car.
She wanted to have one, just to be secure.
In a bookstore, she leafed through a volume until she found what she was looking for:
VALKYRIES: the nymphs at Wotan’s palace.
She had no idea who Wotan was, but that wasn’t important.
Messengers of the gods, they led heroes to their death—and then to paradise.
Messengers.
Like the angels,
she thought. Death and paradise. Also like the angels.
They excite combatants with the love that their charm excites in their hearts, and through the example of bravery at the battlefront, mounted on steeds as fast as the clouds and as deafening as a thunderstorm.
They couldn’t have chosen a better name,
she thought.
At the same time, they symbolize both the inebriation of courage and rest for the warrior, the adventure of love in battle, encounter, and loss.
Right, absolutely. Paulo would want to talk to her.
Chapter 26
T HEY WENT DOWN TO HAVE DINNER AT their own hotel—even though Paulo had tried to insist that they walk a bit, get to know this large city built
“My name is S.,” Paulo answered.
Chris was startled. Paulo had given his magic name! Very few people knew that secret, since the only way to cause a certain kind of evil to a magus is by using his magic name. Only those who were completely trustworthy were allowed to know the name.
Paulo had just met this woman. He couldn’t trust her that much.
“But you can call me Valhalla,” the red-haired woman continued.
That’s the name of the Vikings’ paradise,
Paulo thought, and he told her his given name in return.
The redhead appeared to relax a bit. For the first time, she looked at Chris, seated at the table.
“In order to see an angel, three things are needed,” said the Valkyrie, turning back to Paulo asif Chris didn’t exist. ‘And, in addition to those three things, courage is needed. A woman’s courage, not a man’s.”
Paulo made it appear that he was paying no attention.
“Tomorrow, we will be near Tucson,” Valhalla said. “Come to see us at noon, if your ring is authentic.”
Paulo got the map out of the car, and Valhalla showed him the place where they should meet. One of the other Valkyries told Valhalla that her breakfast was getting cold. She turned back to her place at the counter and asked the man to turn on the radio again.
For a long time, Paulo and Chris sat over their coffee, watching the Valkyries eat.
Finally, the women got up and began to leave. As Valhalla reached the door, Paulo called out, “What are the three conditions for conversing with one’s angel?”
Quietly, the redhead replied: “Break a pact. Accept forgiveness. And make a bet.”
Chapter 24
P AULO AND C HRIS LOOKED OUT AT THE CITY below. For the first time in almost three weeks, they were in a real hotel—room service, bar, and breakfast in bed.
It was six in the evening, the hour in which they had gotten into the habit of practicing their channeling exercises. But Paulo was fast asleep.
Chris knew that the meeting that morning at the diner had changed everything; if she wanted to talk to her angel, she would have to do it on her own.
They had spoken little during the trip to Tucson. She had asked him only why he had divulged his magic name. Paulo answered that Valhalla had given him hers, and he could do no less.
Perhaps he was telling the truth, perhaps this was what he believed, but Chris wondered. She was a woman, and she saw things that men don’t. She thought that Paulo might want to talk to her later that night.
Chris called the desk clerk and asked where the nearest bookstore was located. There was none nearby, he said; she would have to drive. She thought about it for a few moments, and then got the car keys. They were in a big city; if Paulo awoke, he would think that she had gone exploring.
Chapter 25
S HE BECAME LOST IN THE TRAFFIC SEVERAL times, but eventually found a huge shopping mall. One of the shops made keys, and she had a copy made of the keys to the car.
She wanted to have one, just to be secure.
In a bookstore, she leafed through a volume until she found what she was looking for:
VALKYRIES: the nymphs at Wotan’s palace.
She had no idea who Wotan was, but that wasn’t important.
Messengers of the gods, they led heroes to their death—and then to paradise.
Messengers.
Like the angels,
she thought. Death and paradise. Also like the angels.
They excite combatants with the love that their charm excites in their hearts, and through the example of bravery at the battlefront, mounted on steeds as fast as the clouds and as deafening as a thunderstorm.
They couldn’t have chosen a better name,
she thought.
At the same time, they symbolize both the inebriation of courage and rest for the warrior, the adventure of love in battle, encounter, and loss.
Right, absolutely. Paulo would want to talk to her.
Chapter 26
T HEY WENT DOWN TO HAVE DINNER AT their own hotel—even though Paulo had tried to insist that they walk a bit, get to know this large city built
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