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Jason looked ahead; he could hear Yvette, but couldn’t see her. “Yvette,” he shouted, “Stop, stay were you are, I think we have lost Ingrid and John.”
Yvette appeared before him suddenly, “I can hear her-” she faltered and said, “But not any more.”
Jason listened, “I did hear something but now it’s gone. Something must have happened to them.”
Jennifer came to them and said above the howling wind, “The others have fallen behind, we must search for them.”
Yvette said, “Yes, I know. I’ll find them. You two wait here. Get a tent out, stay inside it.” She spoke with such authority that they felt compelled to obey, and they watched as she ploughed her way energetically through the snow.
After quickly clearing an area big enough t hey extracted one of the tents and unfolded it with both of them hanging onto it and secured it with spikes in the hard-packed snow. They left their rucksacks by the doorway and crawled inside. Jennifer pulled off her snow mask and goggles and threw them into the corner, “How could they wander off like that, they could die out here?” Then she tossed her head in the direction Yvette went. “And she thinks she’s going to find them.”
Yvette ran in their tracks, she came upon signs of a struggle, slowly fading as the snow drifted over them. She saw the tracks leading away from t he trail and she could sense its scent, the scent of a goblin, on the wind.
She stopped as she saw more signs of a struggle, this time more vigorous, and then deeper tracks. She ploughed through the snow, sinking thigh deep, she had to find this goblin devil. How could she have been so naive?
A cold blind fury fed her energy as she surged on with murder in mind. Suddenly, she saw a form on the ground, half-covered by the snow. She moved nearer and saw Ingrid lying on her side. She removed a glove and felt on her neck for a pulse. She found it easily. Still alive, thank goodness.
She pulled her to a sitting position, squatted down and pulled her onto her shoulder. She rose up and paused as she was about to turn back. A faint odour caressed her senses, sheep dung and cooked food. She turned fully and continued back, following her tracks, hurrying before they disappeared.
Jason pushed his goggles back and undid his mask. “Yes, Yvette is quite surprising, a real bundle of energy. I feel though that she knows what she was doing, and she said she was an experienced climber.”
Jennifer’s brow creased, “Just a second, how could Ingrid get lost, John was behind her.”
“They might have changed places or he got lost and she went after him .”
“Then why didn’t s he say something?”
“You don’t like John do you?”
“I don’t trust him, ” she said.
“But you hardly know him.”
“When I look at him a voice screams out in my mind, ‘Liar, liar, liar’ .”
“Is it because he dyes his hair?”
Her eyes unfocussed, they seemed to look through him, past him as she sat there, then her brow creased. A sudden gust buffeted the tent and she looked at him. “Sorry, you said - . ”
He found himself asking her, “Do goblins really exist or are they just wicked humans?”
“Of course they do, so do dwarves and pixies, but the dwarves live underground in the northern wastes and only come out to hunt, and the pixies, tiny gentle creatures that live in the woods, have almost vanished from sight because of the cold weather.”
It was as if somebody was prompting him as he asked, “Tell me about goblins and trolls, and the myths surrounding them.”
She warmed to the subject and he listened to her lilting voice, only half listening to what she was saying, “People of old called them vampires because they drank blood, but not human blood, only from herbivores. Only the females do that, and they stink something awful.” She shook her head and smiled,
Jason looked ahead; he could hear Yvette, but couldn’t see her. “Yvette,” he shouted, “Stop, stay were you are, I think we have lost Ingrid and John.”
Yvette appeared before him suddenly, “I can hear her-” she faltered and said, “But not any more.”
Jason listened, “I did hear something but now it’s gone. Something must have happened to them.”
Jennifer came to them and said above the howling wind, “The others have fallen behind, we must search for them.”
Yvette said, “Yes, I know. I’ll find them. You two wait here. Get a tent out, stay inside it.” She spoke with such authority that they felt compelled to obey, and they watched as she ploughed her way energetically through the snow.
After quickly clearing an area big enough t hey extracted one of the tents and unfolded it with both of them hanging onto it and secured it with spikes in the hard-packed snow. They left their rucksacks by the doorway and crawled inside. Jennifer pulled off her snow mask and goggles and threw them into the corner, “How could they wander off like that, they could die out here?” Then she tossed her head in the direction Yvette went. “And she thinks she’s going to find them.”
Yvette ran in their tracks, she came upon signs of a struggle, slowly fading as the snow drifted over them. She saw the tracks leading away from t he trail and she could sense its scent, the scent of a goblin, on the wind.
She stopped as she saw more signs of a struggle, this time more vigorous, and then deeper tracks. She ploughed through the snow, sinking thigh deep, she had to find this goblin devil. How could she have been so naive?
A cold blind fury fed her energy as she surged on with murder in mind. Suddenly, she saw a form on the ground, half-covered by the snow. She moved nearer and saw Ingrid lying on her side. She removed a glove and felt on her neck for a pulse. She found it easily. Still alive, thank goodness.
She pulled her to a sitting position, squatted down and pulled her onto her shoulder. She rose up and paused as she was about to turn back. A faint odour caressed her senses, sheep dung and cooked food. She turned fully and continued back, following her tracks, hurrying before they disappeared.
Jason pushed his goggles back and undid his mask. “Yes, Yvette is quite surprising, a real bundle of energy. I feel though that she knows what she was doing, and she said she was an experienced climber.”
Jennifer’s brow creased, “Just a second, how could Ingrid get lost, John was behind her.”
“They might have changed places or he got lost and she went after him .”
“Then why didn’t s he say something?”
“You don’t like John do you?”
“I don’t trust him, ” she said.
“But you hardly know him.”
“When I look at him a voice screams out in my mind, ‘Liar, liar, liar’ .”
“Is it because he dyes his hair?”
Her eyes unfocussed, they seemed to look through him, past him as she sat there, then her brow creased. A sudden gust buffeted the tent and she looked at him. “Sorry, you said - . ”
He found himself asking her, “Do goblins really exist or are they just wicked humans?”
“Of course they do, so do dwarves and pixies, but the dwarves live underground in the northern wastes and only come out to hunt, and the pixies, tiny gentle creatures that live in the woods, have almost vanished from sight because of the cold weather.”
It was as if somebody was prompting him as he asked, “Tell me about goblins and trolls, and the myths surrounding them.”
She warmed to the subject and he listened to her lilting voice, only half listening to what she was saying, “People of old called them vampires because they drank blood, but not human blood, only from herbivores. Only the females do that, and they stink something awful.” She shook her head and smiled,
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