The Laila Mythology

Lhanna and Isla

                                     Lhanna and Isla

 

                                                                Chapter seven

 

In the tranquil peace of the garden Yan was digging up some carrots from his vegetable plot in preparation for lunch while Jack looked on in quiet contemplation.

“So what do you think Laila’s purpose is in coming here?” he asked curiously.

“That I am not quite sure about as yet my green friend, but if she is the custodian of the Brisingamen as I believe we have established; then we must do our utmost to return it to her”.

“Do you think she might be a fledgling witch?” he asked.

“I very much doubt it. No, she is just the unfortunate victim of circumstance I’m afraid.

I realise that her passing from one alternative dimension to another would appear shamanic, and you would of course be forgiven for thinking she was a witch, but she seems totally oblivious of anything regarding the power of the necklace and is convinced that it has no significance at all. And yet it was the magic of the Brisingamen that lured her here in the first place, and it shall be that which returns her I hope” he said optimistically.  

“Are you sure it’s the Brisingamen Yan?. It just seems odd that she would have unwittingly been in acquisition of such a mythical jewel”.

“I realise it’s a paradox, and if I didn’t know better I would probably disregard it as pure conjecture, but the fact that Ibora recently acquired the necklace has removed any doubt from my mind”.

“But how will you get it back now that Ibora has it?” asked Jack.

“That my friend is the question” he replied as he strolled off toward the house with his basket of vegetables.

Inside Laila sat by the open fire wrapped in a long brown robe she had found in her room which totally swamped her.

Her damp clothes hung on a string like Christmas decorations from the hearth.

“I see you found something smart to wear” smiled Yan as he entered the library.

“Yes, I hope you didn’t mind? I just thought it would be a good time to wash my clothes as they were as desperate as me to get clean”.

 “Not at all my dear Laila, you are my guest and I want you to make yourself at home, in fact I insist” he said stepping back into the kitchen.

“I’m going to make us a nice bowl of pottage for lunch, how does that sound?”

“Oh wow hot food!” she said with a big grin on her face.

Jack crawled in through the door on all fours and sat in the corner almost filling the room.

“Have you had a look at the books?” he asked.

“No not yet” said Laila eyeing up the bulging shelves of dusty volumes that surrounded her. 

“Look! Here’s a book on the Brisingamen that you might find interesting” said Jack passing her large leather bound book from the shelf with runic symbols on the cover. She looked back at him vacantly.