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The Sichundredandfortythird
And that was when
Little Levy Balquhidder, fast asleep for his afternoon nap, felt his
mind drift off into that vast eternity, in which it communed with The
Creator and learned much about the different players in our tale, for
it is true that The Creator, who has the capacity within a
consciousness which is as vast as the Universe, knows everything,
past, present and future which can be described as being simultaneous
and not nearly so linear as we poor mortals imagine; and he learned
of the confusion within the little group of travellers in 1267 who
discovered that one of their number, the Lady Griselda of
Longformacus, had gone missing, at the very same moment that Tavish
Dalwhinnie found his cloak near rent in two, the moth-hole enlarged
to a size through which a smallish person - such as Griselda - could,
with little difficulty pass. and he glimpsed, trough the rent, a
black vastness. dotted here and there with stars and suns and all the
exploding colours of creation, the births ofgalaxies and the growth
of the black-holes which will in time swallow the entire universe and
end Life and, well,
Everything as we know it, except for The Creator
and The Spirits which are Eternal, and he quickly folded it up,
complete with the gourd and 'string telephone' with which he had been
able to speak to Sam Smiles and Jasmine Juniper-Green in our present
time; and Levy became the only person - at that moment - who knew
that Griselda was now in the London of 1867, having travelled 600
years into her own future, and found herself in the room of Sarah
Siddons, a gay woman of loose morals and living in Drury Lane, kept
in her relative luxury by a Scottsih nobleman, Sir Peveril
MacFarlane, who was always accompanied by his valet, Dirk Doubleday,
although being abroad for some weeks, Sir Peveril does not as yet
know of the existence of Griselda, thank Heavens; and he also was
able to eavesdrop on the quiet conversation of Bernie Cohen and Sadie
Glenfinnan, as they made plans concerning the association of Hamish
MacDonald (or AKA as he was known to them and their fellow plotters)
and the men from Edinburgh who had inducted him into 'The Ring of
Gold' ; and from thence to the early months of 1939 and the
schemes of J Alfred Prufrock, Palestrina MacFarlane (im truth, Sir
Pantagruel MacFarlane) and WPC Gertie Mountcastle, who, passing
themselves as The Dolly Sisters, were intent on assassinating Adolph
Hitler in an attempt to prevent The Holocaust and the looming World
War III; and as if that were not enough, he glided across the great
Atlantic Ocean and overheard Hyman Kaplan, Sadie Moskowitz and Rose
Mitnik delving into the truth about Sir Parlane MacFarlane and his
sidekick Dominic Doubleday, who had insinuated themselves into
MacFarlane's direct descendant Duck Trumpet-Trousers' administration
at The White House, where the President intended to announce the
appointment of MacFarlane as the US Ambassador to
Scotland!; turn and
look, as he did, on the great city of Milan in the Dukedom of
Federico Sforza, where the brutal murder of a young actor, Giorgio
Martinelli had been apparently carried out by two visiting Scotchmen,
Sir Ptarmigan MacFarlane and his valet Damien Doubleday, who are
presently being sought by Peter Boo, erstwhile solicitor in 21st
Century Scotland and laszlo Licinic artist, and former performa in
the dadaist Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich, while their company,
including Roxy Davidova, leader of the Unionist Party at Holyrood,
prior to her mysterious and unsolved disappearance when the first
person to descentd into the Great cavern recently discovered within
the bowels of the magical Eildon Hills which tower above melrose; and
as the sands of Time and Space ebbed and flowed, and Little Levy
tossed and turned with them, at times like a corked bottle carried by
the currents of the ocean, he saw Christiane in the Roman Camp at
Trimontium in the 163AD (916
Ab
Urbe Condita)
awaiting
the Emperor's Paladin
Marcus
Gaius Lucullus
who had promised to take her for a walk down to the river (she not
having told him, or anyone, that she had crossed it on bridges yet to
be built in the distant future, paddled and piddled in it, skimmed
flat stones across it's breadth, and cheered the Braw Lad and Lass on
their crossing on Galashiels' Gala Day more times than she cared to
remember) and, by just changing the direction of his gaze, saw and
heard the first rider sent out from Milan
return, with news that the two fugitives wanted in connection with
the Murder of Giorgio Martini had been last seen riding in the
direction of the mountains which separate Italy from Switzerland,
where the warrant of the Duke of Milan would carry no weight if they
were granted sanctuary in the mountain State; and while The Creator
alone knew how all of these different strands of our tale would
intermingle and at length play out, that was never communicated to
Little levy, although the Spirit was well aware, from the local and
national newspapers and television broadcasts which found their way
into his home, and were openly discussed in his presence by his
parents, Rary and Rilla, never for one moment imagining that their
little boy was quite able to undersatnd all the things they talked of
- the verious disappearances and materialisations of people who had
vanished in the distant past, and of Police Scotland's efforts to
locate various celebrities believed connected to The Ring of Gold; it
was such a lot for one Spirit to contain and live with and it was
after this restless hour that The Creator shooed Levy's spirit back
into it's residence in the little infant and at last slumber won out
and Little Levy's Spirit found the solace and sweetness of a good afternoon's slumber!
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