Two
On the low coastland close to the River Ribe, Herbert opened his eyes again with a start and looked at the time. It was well past 9 a.m. and how long he had already been leaning against the rock dowsing he could not figure. Of course, he hadn’t changed to local time either, nor the night before when he had made a quick dash across from Midbrodoya, Norway.
What he did know about time was this: at night, he could fly along the energy lines unseen, and during the daylight, he could not. He also knew that the certainty of this was starting to annoy him. Also that his provisions were almost gone and he had no kroner to his name. Was he expected to sit amongst the grasses of the coast all day, waiting for nightfall? Benjamin would surely tell him to, he knew.
He rubbed at his nose and tho
