Chapter 3-The Tuerls’ Abode
As they walked, Idus could
not help but receive an entirely different image of the man before him. At the first sight of him Idus had been
frightened at the state of the man, but he had noticed something in his bright
blue eyes seemed to emit certain warmth.
Now as he looked searchingly at the man he got a completely different
opinion of him. Idus noticed now that
the man was tall, and well-built. He
also noticed the stranger had a calming bass voice even when it spoke of urgent
matters, and now Idus seemed to notice he looked shabbily dressed not because
he didn’t have money to keep his clothes in good condition, for in fact his
clothes looked rather well cared for.
But it appeared to Idus that he dressed this way on purpose. It looked as though he WANTED to look poor.
This idea blew Idus
away. He could not fathom why someone
would want to look poor. After all, his
whole life he had tried to avoid appearing underprivileged. He had taken great measures as a young man to
ensure that only those people who were truly his friends would find out where
his house was, or what it looked like.
He had fought against his poverty his entire life and yet here, standing
before him, was a man who WANTED to look poor...
Suddenly they came to the
small drive which led into the Tuerl’s even smaller house. The stranger, not noticing Idus’
embarrassment at the sight of his house, walked undeterred with his long stride
up to the front door of the house and knocked, but not only did he knock but he
added the words “Jennifer.” Idus stood
bewildered at how this man knew his mother’s name. “Open the door.” He paused before adding “I have news about
your husband.”
Suddenly Idus’ thoughts were
interrupted yet again; this was twice that the stranger had managed to
completely shatter his train of thought.
But this time it was a feeling of shock which accompanied his new blank
mind. His mind was shattered for a
moment before the fragments of his thoughts suddenly began to swirl in his mind
again, and he began to realize what the stranger had just said. His father had just been spoken of by the
stranger, a father-whom he had never met.
His Mother had told the two
brothers that he had been killed by an avalanche while skiing one bitterly cold
winter’s day. She had shown them
articles about the accident, which she kept in a little shoebox under the foot
of her bed, and the two brothers had often snuck into the bedroom to look at
the pictures she had hidden there. Idus
had looked at the articles many times and he knew it was a verifiable fact
their father was dead, but why then did this man speak as though news had just
come from their father. What “news”
could really be dug up from a man who had died some 15 years ago?
Suddenly the door was opened
and a very pretty woman in her late 30’s opened the door. She had an anxious expression on her face and
the careworn lines which engulfed her face seemed to show the constant stress
she was under. However, all these years
of constant stress, from being the only one to look after these two boys, had
not completely driven away her former youthful beauty. She still had the same domineering look which
made people feel as if she could read their minds. She also had the same flowingly silky black
hair, and she also had the velvet green eyes which Irgen had inherited.
“May we come in Jennifer?”
“Of course, Blackington.”
Once again Idus’ thoughts enveloped
him. How could she know his name? How could she know this man whom, in Idus’
entire life, he could not ever remember seeing?
Not only that but why was she giving him such an eager and appraising
look as though she was waiting for a scouting report from a long-expected
general.
They entered the small
entryway and the door closed behind them, although Idus’ could not tell who had
closed it. He looked around dolefully at
his diminutive house. Right now they
were in the small entryway and away to the left a little, was a cramped little
kitchen where a minute table appeared to have just squeezed in between the
stove and the wall. Directly in front of
them there was a skinny hallway hardly wide enough for a broad-shouldered man
to walk through.
At the end of this small
hallway stood two doors, inside one was a large and spacious room. (At least
compared to the rest of the house) This
was where the two brothers slept. There
were bunk beds pushed up against one of the walls leaving enough space for two
drawers pushed up against the other wall and a slight space in the middle of
the room which acted as another hallway to the door at the other end of the
room which was the bathroom.
The bathroom contained a
very small shower with a toilet right next to it, showering the person sitting
there with a kind of claustrophobic feeling of being in too tight of a
space. The room on the other side of the
hallway was another very small room which did not seem to have enough space for
the small twin sized bed that filled it completely. This was where Jennifer slept. And this was where the Tuerls lived.
“Well Blackington, you said
you had news about my husband?” Jennifer
looked quizzically at him.
“Yes, Jennifer I have news
about him although I am afraid it is not good news.” He paused before continuing. “And that is why I am here on such short
notice, and that is also why I need to talk to both of your boys as quickly as
possible.”
“But they’re not yet of age,
you know that.” Jennifer’s sharp reply
confused Idus. “Not of age” what was
that supposed to mean.
“No not yet, but it’s time
that they knew what they are… and once you find out was has happened to your
husband you will want them to know as well.
Besides they have already shown to have an astonishing aptitude for what
is about to be thrust upon them.” What
they are? Talking about his father as
though he were present, what did this all mean?
If anyone was to be asked it wouldn’t be Idus, for he could not make
heads or tails of the situation. He
simply stared with a slight opening in his mouth at the two adults.
“But it is not time yet…”
“You’re husband appointed me
to be their protector and I believe it is time, and there will be no further arguments.” There was a slight silence during which Idus’
mind continued to blur, although now he was having trouble trying to comprehend
what was going on outside of him. “But I
must find Irgen before I begin.” He
looked anxiously at Jennifer. “Right now
we are in a danger such as we have never been in before; I must find Irgen.” He repeated himself with more conviction this
time. “My comrades and I will only then
be able to protect you.”
“Alright… if you’re
sure.” Jennifer gave a slight sigh and
sat down in one of the chairs around the cramped table.
“Idus where was the last
place you saw your brother?” Blackington
asked.
Idus stared blankly at Blackington’s
question before finally replying with great effort “Saw… At… School… He…” Blackington’s sharp voice cut in:
“Thank you Jennifer. Idus come with me; hopefully…” He paused
searching for words “we’ll be right back.”
With these words He opened
the door, and he and Idus walked out of the house into the cold blanket of
night, leaving just as fast as they had come.
At another time Idus might have found something humorous in how often he
did this tonight, but now he merely bleakly followed the man out the door into
the blanket of darkness.
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