The Last Druid Standing by Dr. Larry S. Mellen

Author:Dr. Larry S. Mellen
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-64584-116-6
Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc
Published: 2019-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

We slept well into midmorning. The sky was dark; the rain was alternating between cascades and torrents. The angry heavens kept up their showers, and an energized light show distracted us.

“Good morning,” Kennerly said as she padded barefoot across the warm cabin. “What a great day to be inside a nice, cozy cabin. How about some breakfast?”

Looking out the window, I said, “Thank you, I have eaten a little already. It does not seem like this winter deluge has any intention of letting up any time soon.”

The tinkling sound of frozen precipitation striking the windows got our attention.

I scratched my chin and looked at the window as the ice began to stick to the glass. “I believe today we will have plenty of time to finish updating our journal. Maybe we will even have enough time to figure out where we are going on this island. One thing I am positive of is that we won’t be able to get out of this cove today.”

Kennerly walked across the room with two cups of tea, a tray of croissants, and the box we had retrieved from the cave below Beinn a’Tuath. I watched in amazement at the way she was almost gliding across the floor with her armful of treasures perfectly balanced. The gliding stopped when there was a deafening peal of thunder, a sudden silence, and then the Wind shook violently. Kennerly lurched forward and ended up on my lap, with all her cargo still intact.

“What on earth was that?” Kennerly asked as she put down the tea and the breakfast tray.

I pulled on my Wellingtons and got my rain slicker from the closet. “I don’t have the faintest idea what caused that noise. I need to go out and make sure the Wind wasn’t damaged,” I said as I crossed the room and headed for the door.

“Be careful. If anything, the storm seems to be getting worse,” Kennerly said.

“Somehow I know this is going to be one of those days I am going to try to forget about tomorrow. But for right now, we had better make sure our ride is okay,” I said.

Kennerly was holding a scarf out for me and said, “You can try to open it, but I think it’s frozen shut.”

I put a little shoulder in the door and pushed. The door did not give. I said, “This is frozen tighter than Dick’s hatband.”

“What is Dick’s hatband?” Kennerly asked.

“Sorry, sometimes expressions just come out before I think about them. I forget you are not from around here. A hatband is a cord worn around the crown of your hat just above its brim. A tight hatband keeps your hat from blowing off in the wind. The tighter the hatband, the more wind it can withstand. In this case, I meant that it is stuck completely.”

“Okay, I understand, so now that Dick’s hatband is around our door, what do we do now?” Kennerly asked, with a slight strain in her voice as the ice pellets kept hitting the windows.

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