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Dust Devil Dimensions

by Robert Taylor about a year ago in fantasy
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Chapter 5 - Entering the Town

Chapter 5 - Entering the Town

Chapter 5 - Entering the Town

“Perhaps that is it,” suggested Jinek the Wizard.

“What is?” I asked him.

“The ability to hear others speech regardless of the language they are speaking.”

“Well, truly, that would be something I wish I could do when I return home. But why would the dust devil want us to be able to do that?”

“That I cannot say. I have never even seen a dust devil but regardless of the form it had taken to accomplish that which it wants done, there will be a good reason, I am sure. There usually is.”

“I suppose you are correct. But, how do I know I will be still have the facility to do that when we have returned home?”

I turned to Shirley and asked, “Shirley, can you understand the good wizard?”

“Well, of course I can. He is speaking English. I told you people here could speak English.”

Jinek interrupted. "Excuse me but what I am speaking is called Auldeng. It is a dialect that has been used in these parts for hundreds of years. It is derived from a combination of the Norman and Celtic languages, with some Saxon thrown in. If you hear what I am saying, then your brain must be translating that for you.”

“Well, sir, I don't know about that. All I know is that I hear you in English. Clear as a bell, too.”

“Would you care to visit the town? They will be closing the gate soon and we should get you to settled in the Boar's Head Inn before that happens. Once the gate is closed, they would not open it again for you, me or anyone else except the King.”

“You have a King?” Shirley asked. “Oh how marvelous. We are not really dressed to meet royalty, are we, Harry?”

“You need not stand on ceremony around here. Besides, the King is away at the moment, so you need not worry. Well, come on then. We must hurry.”

The wizard led the way down the rest of the mountain path and we ran the last part, waving at the gatekeepers and pleading with them not to shut us out. Fortunately, they knew Jinek and so they waited until we had passed through the gate before closing and locking us in.

The layout was what you might expect a small country medieval town to look like. There was the Inn, several small shops and an assortment of wooden and/or mud huts that served as homes for the townspeople. These were usually one-room buildings with a wooded table and a couple of chairs. Many had a rock chimney over a fireplace. The fireplace served as the kitchen and peering inside one as we passed by, I could see an iron bar hanging over the fire and a cast-iron pot hanging from it. Dinner was being heated slowly over the fire.

Jinek let us to the Boar's Head Inn. The painted sign over the door was in the local script and thus undecipherable to us 'future intruders'. We could hear voices coming from inside. These grew louder as we entered. Then the voices went silent as the group of people seated in the main room of the Inn, recognized the Wizard. A woman who had been with the group that had come up the hill waved and motioned us over.

I looked at Jinek who said, “We will join them in a few moments. Once we establish that there is a room available for you for the night.”

I gave him a concerned look and said, “There might be a bit of a problem paying for the room. I doubt that our money would be accepted here.”

“Do not worry about that. It is not often that we receive visitors from the future. I will be happy to pay for you. The owner will accept payment from me in the form of a future favor he will need.

Once that was settled, we were shown to the room, which was adequate by standards of the day. In fact, it was quite well appointed and Jinek told is later that it was where the King stays when he visits.

Shirley whispered in my ear, “Ask him if it has a toilet.”

“In fact, there is a facility here. It is similar to the one in my cavern although it works on a different principle.”

“Oh, I am relieved to hear that, “giggled Shirley.

We joined the group at the table and had a merry time. As we were able to understand them and they could understand us, we got along well. Because our money was unknown, and credit cards would not be invented for another 1000 or so years, we could not buy any rounds of drinks for our new friends. Nevertheless, the mead seemed to continue to flow without interruption, accompanied by leg of mutton, baked potatoes and delicious, thick, crusty bread.

Watch for Chapter 6 coming soon…

©May 2021 Robert W. F. Taylor

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