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Distant Cousin.

The lights in the village are not burning as bright as they were a little while ago. A mist has come in from the sea and all is bathed in a ghostly dim light. I could feel the drops of moisture gathering on my brow and my hands as I plodded through the night. I was on my way to a distant Cousin that had telephoned me for help. I thought to myself this is no night to be out in, by the time I reach my Cousin I shall be soaked through.

A car passed me by its headlights reflecting back as it hit the mist, it did not stop perhaps the driver had not seen me walking along the side of the road although I was wearing a light coloured coat. Every step I took I became wetter and wetter. This mist I thought could not be normal, mists coming in from the sea are not usual at this time of the year and I kept a good look out for anything out of the ordinary.

I passed the lighted front of a public house and was tempted to go in and order hot grog but I knew if I had gone in to the inviting lights I would have stayed. So I kept on walking. My Cousins house was three miles from my own home and normally I would have walked it in abut a half an hour but tonight what with the mist something seemed to be dragging at me. Each step became a struggle to place one foot before the other.

There was a light on in my Cousin’s house and I was thankful when he answered my knock on the door and let me in out of the weather. My Cousin gave me a towel to wipe my head and my hands and soon I was sipping a strong hot cup of tea well sugared. My Cousin waited until I had finished my tea and then told me this strange story. He was being followed wherever he went. There was no one to be seen and he at first thought that he was imagining things. Then an attempt to burgle his house took place. Someone had tried to break in through the back door but fortunately he had some strong bolts on both front and back door that he pushed into position before going to bed.

I had with me a small piece of the magic mirror that her majesty Queen Feeana had given me. Looking into the mirror I saw that my Cousin’s house contained a book that was badly wanted by a practising Wizard. This book held knowledge of herbs that could be used to make things disappear. My Cousin had found the book at one of the old bookshops that he haunted he was an avid reader and could always be found in or near such bookshops.

I asked my Cousin where he kept his books on herbs I thought perhaps I could see what the Wizard was after. My Cousin had a bookcase mounted on the wall of his living room. I looked at the books and saw nothing out of the ordinary. A couple of the books were standing out a little in front of the others and I took them out of the bookcase and there on the back wall of the bookcase was a book it was very old and its covers were of leather. I took out the book glancing through it I saw that it was written in Latin. My knowledge of Latin is not very good and I asked him if I could take the book with me.

My Cousin had got the guest room ready for me and after checking both the back and the front door we went upstairs to bed. In the morning my Cousin told me that he had slept well for the first time in a month. We ate a good breakfast and I left with the book to go home to my house. The mist had cleared and after a brisk walk I arrived at my own home. Taking the book with me I went into the woods to ask the Fairy Queen Feeana what she knew about the book and why it was so important to a Wizard.

Going into the woods I asked a robin to take a message for me to the Queen. The robin flew off and soon Her Majesty was with me. I told her about my Cousin and the fact that he was being followed and the attempt to break into his house. I gave Her Majesty the book on herbs written in Latin. Her Majesty was very impressed with the book and after reading one or two of the herbal remedies she called the wise old fairies and gave them the book to read.

The wise old Fairies recognised the book that had been written seventeen hundred years ago by a Monk that kept an herbal garden. The Monk had also experimented with herbs and found some amazing things one could do with them if they were properly used. The wise old Fairies asked if they could translate the book into the old language so that it could be used by the young Fairies in the school. My Cousin had given the book to me and I gave it to the wise old Fairies.

The book is now in the hands of the Fairies and since I took the book from my Cousin he has not been followed anymore. Things have settled down again and the weather is warm and sunny no more mists coming in from the sea. If you find an old book somewhere that is written in Latin ask someone that knows Latin to read it to you there is much wisdom in the old books that has long been lost to the modern world.