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Attic Books.

Later on I went back up into my attic. The books that I had seen written in what I thought was Latin, gave me no peace. I just had to get them and take them to the Public Library. I had made an appointment with the Librarian who had promised to look the books over and tell me something about their contents. I arrived at the Library and showed my books to the Librarian. She looked at the books and said, “These are not written in Latin, it is some other language.” She wanted to send the books to a friend of hers but I did not want to let them out of my hand.

I went back home and looked through the books I saw a word or two that I am sure had been spoken by Her Majesty Queen Feeana. Excitedly I took the books to the forest carefully wrapped up in brown paper and slung over my shoulders in my rucksack. I saw a few Fairies painting the flowers and told one of them I wanted to have a word with the Queen Feeana. The Fairy waved her small magic wand and disappeared.

In what seemed only a few seconds her Majesty appeared in her usual flash of light and a puff of smoke. I told her of my finding of the books in the attic and of the Librarians telling me that they were not in Latin. Then I mentioned the one or two words that I had thought Her Majesty had used on various occasions. Queen Feeana smiled at my accent and asked me to show her the books.

I carefully unwrapped the books and the Queen opened one of them. After looking at the page of the book for a few seconds she asked me if there were any more books in the house written in this language. I said I did not know but I would look and let her know if I found anything. Her Majesty now told me about the books they had been stolen from the Fairy School a long time ago. These were the books used to teach the fairy Children the old language that they needed to make their magic spells work.

These books in the wrong hands could wreak havoc in the world of the humans. Her Majesty took out of her pocket the small truth mirror that I had got to know so well. Looking into the mirror she said there are two more books in a place just outside of Vienna in Austria. The books were in a shop owned by a man named Schmidt. Helmut Schmidt. Helmut Schmidt would sell the books if the price were right.

I thought here we go again Her Majesty will ask me to fly to Austria and try to buy the books. This I am glad to say was not the idea that Her Majesty had in her royal head. She sent me with a German-speaking Leprechaun by means of her magic. A wave of her magic wand and I was on the street of a small village. The name of the village was Aspang and sure enough there was the shop of one Helmut Schmidt. I walked casually into the shop and asked if I could have a look around.

I saw the books on a shelf in the middle of the shop. To get to them I would have to wander around a little trying to look interested in the books some of which were very, very old. I eventually worked my way around to the books and my Friend the Leprechaun entered the shop. Her Majesty had given us gold in plenty for the books but I was determined to drive a hard bargain for them.

The Leprechaun asked in perfect German if they had any books on mushrooms. Herr Schmidt gave him a small collection of books to look at. The Leprechaun said,” I will take all of these they are just what I am looking for.” I took the two books of magic off of the shelf and asked in a bored voice how much for these two books.  Herr Schmidt was looking at me in surprise. No one had ever taken these books in their hands and he thought this is my chance to get rid of them. I offered him five hundred shillings in Austrian Money and he immediately agreed. He was so pleased that the Leprechaun had bought all of his books on mushrooms. He did not realise what a prize he was giving me for so little money. I bid Herr Schmidt a good day and went out of the shop with the two books under my arm. I heard the Leprechaun calling out in his best German, “Auf Wiedersehen.” Out on the street we smiled at each other and then the flash and the puff of smoke and we were back in Fairyland where I gave Her Majesty the two magic books and the rest of the gold. The Leprechaun then came back home with me still carrying his mushroom books. We enjoyed a cup of tea together and the books he left with me on my table.

I hunted high and low in my house even in the cellar but I found no more books magic or otherwise. That night I went to my bed and dreamed of Herr Schmidt and his books he was still smiling at what he thought was a very good bargain. A couple of old books that no one could read for five hundred shillings. I had made his day and he unknowingly had made my day for me.