The third book in the series Senzatempo Agency, Travel unreal in Viking Scandinavia , presumably will be released by October / November for the publishing house QuiEdit types. Our fearless - or, rather, too fearful - travelers, surrounded by bloody and poetic medieval Norway, will undergo the assessment of fatal diviners and will get acquainted with Snorri Sturluson, before ascending along the rainbow bridge, direct all'Ásgarðr , the fortress of the gods ...
Meanwhile, hoping to feed the spasmodic sixteen expectations of our readers, here is a scene from the second chapter, absolute world premiere ...
After a while ', they found themselves in a square crowded with people. Unlimited talk, looks on, laughing. On some tables had been arranged pieces of meat, bread, cheese, from which all draw, regardless of the swarms of flies buzzed over there. The wooden buildings were quite large, with grass growing on sloping roofs. We could hear the barking of dogs, the quacking of geese, the neighing of the pony pens.
Rompin looked around. "It must be some kind of Unity Day. You will see that the evening will be dancing and the orchestra will be smooth. Who knows where the bandwagon of the gypsy. "
" You're talking about volva , I suppose, "said Luciano.
"Yes, the wise woman who reads palms. Let's ask someone. "
" reason, we are here to find a passage, not to concentrate on palmistry "reminded him of Gustav.
"But if it's a visionary, will tell us where to find a ferry-boat ." Rompin was distracted by a cheerful voices. "Look! Free beer! "
at a foaming cauldron two blonde girls handed out horns filled with beer to anyone to come along.
"Evaristo" called him Patience.
"How many stories. A sip of Tuborg is not denied to anyone! "And he left Rompin, magnetized in the direction of the bar. " Heil, meyjar fogo! "said the girls. "That myndi true drykkr ols fyrir mik?" [Hi, beautiful girls! There would be a sip of beer for me?]
" En ja, fitjungi! Thu fara Her horn!" [But yeah, bump! Here you go, my eye!]
The girls needed a horn uro, full to the brim with foaming beer, and two sweet smiles. All
perky, Rompin moved to the table and grabbed a piece of bread, a pork chop and a form of cheese, including the wonder of a Viking crew. They said something, and the accountant, with the horn in one hand and groceries close to his chest, said aloud. The Vikings had to find his words amusing, because they all burst out laughing.
"It's amazing how he can be funny now," said Sofia.
"Yeah, but there is no help" Gustav sighed. "We just have to find the owner of a ship and convince him to give us a ride."
Luciano looked worried. "The vessels will be financed by companies of merchants and shipowners called félagi . Since we are in mid-summer, most of the boats found to aross are passing, and certainly have been stowed with heavy loads. However, the routes will be discussed these days. "
" I thought it was so complicated! "Snapped Latinis.
"This is a practical people, professor, and hard to find someone willing to set sail for Sweden only do us a favor. If we're lucky, it will take days to leave the Danmörk ... "
Latinis stayed hard. "I do not mind being slow to act. But I will not stay long in this place stink! "
" The professor is about to lose his temper "Gustav whispered.
"Even the wife of the reasons, I feel irritated. "Sofia spoke in a low voice. "Look how it is looking sullen. Do not ever forgive him for taking her on holiday in a Viking village. "
The Danes were tall and strong, very muscular, with faces reddened by the sun. Fearsome appearance, his eyes were clear, transparent like a child. The men wore trousers and shirts with beautiful coats thrown on the mighty shoulders. They wore long hair, beard and mustache, well-shaped. The women were dressed in colorful robes and handkerchiefs on their heads. Children, roughly dressed, ran here and there among geese and dogs, having a wonderful time.
Rompin approached, holding the horn in one hand and a loaf of bread stuffed. "If you hurry, has remained the pig. The beer, however, do not I recommend it. It is watered down, outgassing, with a bottom up one finger. And they say the Danes strong drink! But thirst is thirst! "
" Evaristo! We are trying to get out of a bad situation and you do not gorge themselves on that! "Scolded Patience.
"Oh, do not worry, wife! As long as there is no hope roast pig! "
" I have no desire to stay in this place, dressed like a queen Lombard "
" But if you're great! "Rompin swallowed the bread and gave the end of the horn. Wiped wiping his mouth before the full extent of the arm. "What happens there? Perhaps there is the stand of plugs ... "These
crowded in front of a building not much bigger than others. It was hard to see what was happening, the crowd was so compact. Luciano
raised eyebrows. "There must be a volva ."
"Come on, Oh well, let's go see the gypsy. Make way! "
Rompin crept their shoulders through the crowd, opening a passage so that others might follow. At the foot of the building, sitting on a stool, was the visionary. He sat rigid with the bust and head erect, her hair ash surrounded by a band. Carrying a rod on which was stacked a skull of a horse, and wore a long robe, gray as his eyes.
The crowd around her in a semicircle. At times, someone came forward and, after having placed a small gift to his feet, asking questions. The woman bowed her head and waited for long moments before answering, his voice hoarse. Who walked away happy and peaceful, others a bit 'upset, but no one seemed disappointed. A merchant laughed, happy, and went with long strides. Another, thinner, shook his head, as if the proceedings were not to his liking. But most of the petitioners accepted the verdict, whatever it was, getting away with manly fatalism.
"To be honest, scares me a bit '" Sophie whispered.
"reason than because it asks if ..." Gustav began, and immediately dropped the question, realizing that the seer had noticed them.
The woman was standing with his head, turned toward them. His eyes framed Patience and Rompin, and lay down. Perched on the professor, and frowned. Sofia lingered on, as if trying to focus on a detail indefinable. Gustav then sailed on, and something seemed to brighten.
travelers faced stiff and the Putnam property.
"Who are you, who do not belong to the world?" The seer spoke in a soft voice. "I recognize clothes, but not the faces and minds. "
Sofia started, surprised the naturalness with which she had broken the language barrier.
"We are travelers of unreality, ma'am." Gustav was the first to find the word, and his tone was full of respect.
"You walk down the streets so that the world contains." He shook his head. "I often travel the paths unreal."
"Really?" Sophie was surprised. "But who are you?"
"I was a girl one time, and I sat on the door of my house," was the enigmatic reply volva . "He came to me and stared at a man its only in my eye. I was young, and I dared to laugh at. "I know everything about you, Óðinn! I know where your eye hidden Yourself in the spring of Mimir, "He gave me the rings and necklaces, and the rod of prophecy." He lifted his stick. "I became a volva , and my eyes started to go away. From the pen of men rises with eagles' wings and fly to the edge of the world where they live in the frost giants. Comes down to the roots of the great ash tree, through the mists of the house of the dead, and then rises over the rainbow, to the realm of the gods. From the beginning, when the land came from his forge fire, ice and goes to the sunset of the time when the world will burn and the gods will fall! "
" Fate is therefore under the root of your tongue? "came forward Luciano.
Something in the eyes of the woman came on light alarm. "It is useless for me to prove what you do not understand."
"Others I could not expect to be a witch!"
"Then do not ask me questions and ill turn your somewhere else."
The volva slid off the stool kneels to land. He took a leather bag from his belt, put his hand there and spread the white cloth spread in front of her polished pebbles, small pebbles collected on the shore of a river, on which were engraved signs angled paintings black or red. He lowered his hand and began to mix with wise movements of the fingers. Gustav
leaned toward the ear of Sofia. "Rune. The magical alphabet of the Germans. The volva is performing a divination. "
Latinis snorted. "Tacitus alludes to these practices and, as I'm concerned, I'm not curious to learn more ..."
'Do silence, a man of Rome, "cried the volva , lifting his head shot. "Do not be proud of your frozen know, that you proceed without a license and thoughts!"
so vehemently had, incredibly, the effect of quieting the old professor. The seer came to lay before him.
"Rune of fire and ice dancing on the tips of my fingers, the Nine Worlds fly in my eye and the Norns weave the threads of fate." The woman chose a rune, then a second, then a third, and got in line ahead.
" Reid, Ass, Dagr " task, tapping on the three symbols with your fingernail.
picked up one by one the three stones, and rose to her feet, he slid his eye on Virgil. " Reid, who oversees the travel might be movement of people and goods through the dusty streets of the ground or riding done in spirit and unreal dreams." She put the little stone the palm of his hand and closed her fingers. "The streets of unreality will hatch always in front of your coach, or traveler timeless."
"Thanks." Virgilio blushed like a schoolboy. "It's a good omen."
The volva showed the second pebble.
" ass, the divine rune ... irony or destiny?" He grabbed the hand of the young Luciano and gasped feeling it burn in his palm. "The world is the human time and every being has its inevitable destiny. As atrocious, the law also imposes Urðr of the gods. You can not escape the fate, but just deal with it. A head high and no regrets, bravely and nobly. "
" As to this, we'll see! "Snapped Luciano. The
volva broke away from him and raised his third pebble. "From the beginning of the world to cool scorching fire that reduced to ashes. But Dagr is also the dawn sweeps away the night, is the transition and transformation. It is the fire that destroys and creates the fire, two aspects of the same element. "His eyes softened when he met one of Sofia. "You and me, girl, we draw from the same source, we have the same eyes."
He drew back and blinked Sofia. He opened his hand and found, in the palm, the third and last pebble.
"I do not understand why the seers, soothsayers and prophets must always speak in riddles," said Latinis acre.
"So you know, a man of Rome, and mine is not a riddle, I'll be your shadow," said the woman. "'ll See me at my burial mound, when the world will come to an end and the fire will be up to the sky!" She covered her face with a violent gesture. "And now go! Go! "
Rompin looked around. "It must be some kind of Unity Day. You will see that the evening will be dancing and the orchestra will be smooth. Who knows where the bandwagon of the gypsy. "
" You're talking about volva , I suppose, "said Luciano.
"Yes, the wise woman who reads palms. Let's ask someone. "
" reason, we are here to find a passage, not to concentrate on palmistry "reminded him of Gustav.
"But if it's a visionary, will tell us where to find a ferry-boat ." Rompin was distracted by a cheerful voices. "Look! Free beer! "
at a foaming cauldron two blonde girls handed out horns filled with beer to anyone to come along.
"Evaristo" called him Patience.
"How many stories. A sip of Tuborg is not denied to anyone! "And he left Rompin, magnetized in the direction of the bar. " Heil, meyjar fogo! "said the girls. "That myndi true drykkr ols fyrir mik?" [Hi, beautiful girls! There would be a sip of beer for me?]
" En ja, fitjungi! Thu fara Her horn!" [But yeah, bump! Here you go, my eye!]
The girls needed a horn uro, full to the brim with foaming beer, and two sweet smiles. All
perky, Rompin moved to the table and grabbed a piece of bread, a pork chop and a form of cheese, including the wonder of a Viking crew. They said something, and the accountant, with the horn in one hand and groceries close to his chest, said aloud. The Vikings had to find his words amusing, because they all burst out laughing.
"It's amazing how he can be funny now," said Sofia.
"Yeah, but there is no help" Gustav sighed. "We just have to find the owner of a ship and convince him to give us a ride."
Luciano looked worried. "The vessels will be financed by companies of merchants and shipowners called félagi . Since we are in mid-summer, most of the boats found to aross are passing, and certainly have been stowed with heavy loads. However, the routes will be discussed these days. "
" I thought it was so complicated! "Snapped Latinis.
"This is a practical people, professor, and hard to find someone willing to set sail for Sweden only do us a favor. If we're lucky, it will take days to leave the Danmörk ... "
Latinis stayed hard. "I do not mind being slow to act. But I will not stay long in this place stink! "
" The professor is about to lose his temper "Gustav whispered.
"Even the wife of the reasons, I feel irritated. "Sofia spoke in a low voice. "Look how it is looking sullen. Do not ever forgive him for taking her on holiday in a Viking village. "
The Danes were tall and strong, very muscular, with faces reddened by the sun. Fearsome appearance, his eyes were clear, transparent like a child. The men wore trousers and shirts with beautiful coats thrown on the mighty shoulders. They wore long hair, beard and mustache, well-shaped. The women were dressed in colorful robes and handkerchiefs on their heads. Children, roughly dressed, ran here and there among geese and dogs, having a wonderful time.
Rompin approached, holding the horn in one hand and a loaf of bread stuffed. "If you hurry, has remained the pig. The beer, however, do not I recommend it. It is watered down, outgassing, with a bottom up one finger. And they say the Danes strong drink! But thirst is thirst! "
" Evaristo! We are trying to get out of a bad situation and you do not gorge themselves on that! "Scolded Patience.
"Oh, do not worry, wife! As long as there is no hope roast pig! "
" I have no desire to stay in this place, dressed like a queen Lombard "
" But if you're great! "Rompin swallowed the bread and gave the end of the horn. Wiped wiping his mouth before the full extent of the arm. "What happens there? Perhaps there is the stand of plugs ... "These
crowded in front of a building not much bigger than others. It was hard to see what was happening, the crowd was so compact. Luciano
raised eyebrows. "There must be a volva ."
"Come on, Oh well, let's go see the gypsy. Make way! "
Rompin crept their shoulders through the crowd, opening a passage so that others might follow. At the foot of the building, sitting on a stool, was the visionary. He sat rigid with the bust and head erect, her hair ash surrounded by a band. Carrying a rod on which was stacked a skull of a horse, and wore a long robe, gray as his eyes.
The crowd around her in a semicircle. At times, someone came forward and, after having placed a small gift to his feet, asking questions. The woman bowed her head and waited for long moments before answering, his voice hoarse. Who walked away happy and peaceful, others a bit 'upset, but no one seemed disappointed. A merchant laughed, happy, and went with long strides. Another, thinner, shook his head, as if the proceedings were not to his liking. But most of the petitioners accepted the verdict, whatever it was, getting away with manly fatalism.
"To be honest, scares me a bit '" Sophie whispered.
"reason than because it asks if ..." Gustav began, and immediately dropped the question, realizing that the seer had noticed them.
The woman was standing with his head, turned toward them. His eyes framed Patience and Rompin, and lay down. Perched on the professor, and frowned. Sofia lingered on, as if trying to focus on a detail indefinable. Gustav then sailed on, and something seemed to brighten.
travelers faced stiff and the Putnam property.
"Who are you, who do not belong to the world?" The seer spoke in a soft voice. "I recognize clothes, but not the faces and minds. "
Sofia started, surprised the naturalness with which she had broken the language barrier.
"We are travelers of unreality, ma'am." Gustav was the first to find the word, and his tone was full of respect.
"You walk down the streets so that the world contains." He shook his head. "I often travel the paths unreal."
"Really?" Sophie was surprised. "But who are you?"
"I was a girl one time, and I sat on the door of my house," was the enigmatic reply volva . "He came to me and stared at a man its only in my eye. I was young, and I dared to laugh at. "I know everything about you, Óðinn! I know where your eye hidden Yourself in the spring of Mimir, "He gave me the rings and necklaces, and the rod of prophecy." He lifted his stick. "I became a volva , and my eyes started to go away. From the pen of men rises with eagles' wings and fly to the edge of the world where they live in the frost giants. Comes down to the roots of the great ash tree, through the mists of the house of the dead, and then rises over the rainbow, to the realm of the gods. From the beginning, when the land came from his forge fire, ice and goes to the sunset of the time when the world will burn and the gods will fall! "
" Fate is therefore under the root of your tongue? "came forward Luciano.
Something in the eyes of the woman came on light alarm. "It is useless for me to prove what you do not understand."
"Others I could not expect to be a witch!"
"Then do not ask me questions and ill turn your somewhere else."
The volva slid off the stool kneels to land. He took a leather bag from his belt, put his hand there and spread the white cloth spread in front of her polished pebbles, small pebbles collected on the shore of a river, on which were engraved signs angled paintings black or red. He lowered his hand and began to mix with wise movements of the fingers. Gustav
leaned toward the ear of Sofia. "Rune. The magical alphabet of the Germans. The volva is performing a divination. "
Latinis snorted. "Tacitus alludes to these practices and, as I'm concerned, I'm not curious to learn more ..."
'Do silence, a man of Rome, "cried the volva , lifting his head shot. "Do not be proud of your frozen know, that you proceed without a license and thoughts!"
so vehemently had, incredibly, the effect of quieting the old professor. The seer came to lay before him.
"Rune of fire and ice dancing on the tips of my fingers, the Nine Worlds fly in my eye and the Norns weave the threads of fate." The woman chose a rune, then a second, then a third, and got in line ahead.
" Reid, Ass, Dagr " task, tapping on the three symbols with your fingernail.
picked up one by one the three stones, and rose to her feet, he slid his eye on Virgil. " Reid, who oversees the travel might be movement of people and goods through the dusty streets of the ground or riding done in spirit and unreal dreams." She put the little stone the palm of his hand and closed her fingers. "The streets of unreality will hatch always in front of your coach, or traveler timeless."
"Thanks." Virgilio blushed like a schoolboy. "It's a good omen."
The volva showed the second pebble.
" ass, the divine rune ... irony or destiny?" He grabbed the hand of the young Luciano and gasped feeling it burn in his palm. "The world is the human time and every being has its inevitable destiny. As atrocious, the law also imposes Urðr of the gods. You can not escape the fate, but just deal with it. A head high and no regrets, bravely and nobly. "
" As to this, we'll see! "Snapped Luciano. The
volva broke away from him and raised his third pebble. "From the beginning of the world to cool scorching fire that reduced to ashes. But Dagr is also the dawn sweeps away the night, is the transition and transformation. It is the fire that destroys and creates the fire, two aspects of the same element. "His eyes softened when he met one of Sofia. "You and me, girl, we draw from the same source, we have the same eyes."
He drew back and blinked Sofia. He opened his hand and found, in the palm, the third and last pebble.
"I do not understand why the seers, soothsayers and prophets must always speak in riddles," said Latinis acre.
"So you know, a man of Rome, and mine is not a riddle, I'll be your shadow," said the woman. "'ll See me at my burial mound, when the world will come to an end and the fire will be up to the sky!" She covered her face with a violent gesture. "And now go! Go! "
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