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- Welcome welcome. Oh my, you look drenched poor man.
The old woman in the doorway opened up the door some more to let Clark into the cottage. Her clothes look ancient and her face matched their age. A nearly toothless grin peered up at him when he walked onto a thick rug where he removed his shoes and socks.
- Let us get you out of those wet clothes, she said with a voice filled with misplaced youth, I am sure I have some old clothes laying around in a closet somewhere around here, one moment please.
She grabbed a walking stick and walked over to a small cabinet from which she pulled a large towel that she handed to Clark. Then she went into the next room where he could hear her rummaging around accompanied by little ooh's and aah's. After a few minutes he had carefully got out of his soaking clothes and stood wrapped in the towel when she came back with a batch of earthcolored clothes.
- These should fit you well, she said, they belonged to my old husband who died years ago. Bless his corpse.
Something about this old woman felt strange to Clark, she was surely more than ninety years old yet she behaved like she was some kind of giggly schoolgirl.
- Oh you are a shy one aint you, she said to him playfully, Oh alright, I'll turn my back to you so you can change. Which she did slowly and very dramatically as if she was trying to make a point out of not really wanted to turn around.
- Where are my manner, she exclaimed so suddenly Clark almost dropped his towel, I should make you a hot bowl of soup and find you a nice cup of warmerupper.
And with that she walked briskly into another room which he decided had to be the kitchen. From there he heard the banging of metal against metal, there was some sound like water being poured and the opening of a cork. This made Clark feel calmer and he quickly changed into the new, well old, clothes. There was a distinct aroma of years gone by on the clothes which made Clark wonder where he really was.
He walked over to the doorway to the kitchen and asked,
- Excuse me, but could you please tell me where I am?
The woman looked back at him as if confused by the question.
- You are in Donville of course. Noone ever comes here without wanting to end up here. Which way did you come here? Was it from the mountains in the north? No, it couldn't be. It's the wrong hour for that. Perhaps you came from the moors in the east? No, your clothes are much to undamaged for that. You had to have woken up on the beach right?
Stunned Clark looked at the woman,
- How could you know that?
- Everyone has to start from somewhere. Oh, look, the warmerupper is ready. Come join me by the fireplace so I can get to know this new you.
The old woman in the doorway opened up the door some more to let Clark into the cottage. Her clothes look ancient and her face matched their age. A nearly toothless grin peered up at him when he walked onto a thick rug where he removed his shoes and socks.
- Let us get you out of those wet clothes, she said with a voice filled with misplaced youth, I am sure I have some old clothes laying around in a closet somewhere around here, one moment please.
She grabbed a walking stick and walked over to a small cabinet from which she pulled a large towel that she handed to Clark. Then she went into the next room where he could hear her rummaging around accompanied by little ooh's and aah's. After a few minutes he had carefully got out of his soaking clothes and stood wrapped in the towel when she came back with a batch of earthcolored clothes.
- These should fit you well, she said, they belonged to my old husband who died years ago. Bless his corpse.
Something about this old woman felt strange to Clark, she was surely more than ninety years old yet she behaved like she was some kind of giggly schoolgirl.
- Oh you are a shy one aint you, she said to him playfully, Oh alright, I'll turn my back to you so you can change. Which she did slowly and very dramatically as if she was trying to make a point out of not really wanted to turn around.
- Where are my manner, she exclaimed so suddenly Clark almost dropped his towel, I should make you a hot bowl of soup and find you a nice cup of warmerupper.
And with that she walked briskly into another room which he decided had to be the kitchen. From there he heard the banging of metal against metal, there was some sound like water being poured and the opening of a cork. This made Clark feel calmer and he quickly changed into the new, well old, clothes. There was a distinct aroma of years gone by on the clothes which made Clark wonder where he really was.
He walked over to the doorway to the kitchen and asked,
- Excuse me, but could you please tell me where I am?
The woman looked back at him as if confused by the question.
- You are in Donville of course. Noone ever comes here without wanting to end up here. Which way did you come here? Was it from the mountains in the north? No, it couldn't be. It's the wrong hour for that. Perhaps you came from the moors in the east? No, your clothes are much to undamaged for that. You had to have woken up on the beach right?
Stunned Clark looked at the woman,
- How could you know that?
- Everyone has to start from somewhere. Oh, look, the warmerupper is ready. Come join me by the fireplace so I can get to know this new you.
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