Packing up the artifact, Jolyon made sure it was on the shipping manifest, signed his name at the line, and then checked the vase once more. The crate was sturdy, and the straw and cloth were perfect protection for the bits and pieces from the dig along the coast of Rhydin. The spectre who lived there watched each item packed, completely undisturbed by the strong autumn breeze coming off the waters.
Jolyon found it curious at first, but reasoned that of course the spirit did not feel the wind, would not puff away like a fiber or the seeds of a dandelion. It was stretched between here and not here. There were things it would never feel again. Disdain and vanity were, however, still clearly present. ?Are you certain they will be well taken care of in your university? I do not want my things to go wandering only to be mocked by dimwitted foreigners.?
Warming his fingers in a brisk rub palm to palm, Jolyon nodded. ?I spent several months in the research, I have included our discussions in notes along with the work, and I have given your detailed instructions. My associates in Markland will take excellent care of the items, and you are very generous to allow my people the loan of them for the year before they return to Rhydin.? A little flattery had gone a long way with the spirit, who still refused to give his name, since the legal ramblings had been completed.
?Well,? the spirit sniffed and floated to the sea dune past the marshland, ?of course. Good day to your, Professor.? The spirit then did just fade away like steam from a hot cup.
?Good day, sir.? Jolyon sighed and shared a look with the shippers the university had sent. A shared smile and they lifted the crate to set into the protective metal box. Its lights and dials set for the chill trip through the gate back to Markland. A few locks and a reassuring shake to the box, it was set for the journey.
?Dr. Matthias Grient was particularly pleased, sir, with your contacting him. Wanted me to express that personally, though he has a letter here for you as well.? The shipping man took off a glove to pull the letter from his inner jacket pocket.
It was folded and sealed. Jolyon would read it later. ?Well, in the other case there are is a bottle of my wine, a gift to a friend. Personal delivery if you would be so kind, not part of the University work. Would you care for me to pay you now??
The shipper tutted and shook his head. ?Never you mind that, Dr. Gardiner, we are on that way, might as well take it with us. Barely take up any space at all on the gate dolly.?
?That is very kind of you. Thank you very much.? Jolyon smiled and helped move the last of the crates to the gate dolly and shook each shippers hand in turn. ?Have a good journey. Come spring, I hope to have more to send back.?
?Right you are, sir. Good day. Get back to your home, sir, and a warm meal, I hope. Harrowing sort of day. Storm looks to be brewing south.?
That it was, but Jolyon was feeling very good. Harvest had gone well, the wines were in their second barreling, and they were coming along beautifully. He had work done, work to do, and a wife who made his house feel like home every time he saw that wicked smile and glint to her eyes. Yes, he really wanted to get home. Hopping into the buggy, he did not even need to flick the reins for the horse was eager to get into her stable as well, and pulled off for the villa on the hill waiting for the coming storm.
Jolyon found it curious at first, but reasoned that of course the spirit did not feel the wind, would not puff away like a fiber or the seeds of a dandelion. It was stretched between here and not here. There were things it would never feel again. Disdain and vanity were, however, still clearly present. ?Are you certain they will be well taken care of in your university? I do not want my things to go wandering only to be mocked by dimwitted foreigners.?
Warming his fingers in a brisk rub palm to palm, Jolyon nodded. ?I spent several months in the research, I have included our discussions in notes along with the work, and I have given your detailed instructions. My associates in Markland will take excellent care of the items, and you are very generous to allow my people the loan of them for the year before they return to Rhydin.? A little flattery had gone a long way with the spirit, who still refused to give his name, since the legal ramblings had been completed.
?Well,? the spirit sniffed and floated to the sea dune past the marshland, ?of course. Good day to your, Professor.? The spirit then did just fade away like steam from a hot cup.
?Good day, sir.? Jolyon sighed and shared a look with the shippers the university had sent. A shared smile and they lifted the crate to set into the protective metal box. Its lights and dials set for the chill trip through the gate back to Markland. A few locks and a reassuring shake to the box, it was set for the journey.
?Dr. Matthias Grient was particularly pleased, sir, with your contacting him. Wanted me to express that personally, though he has a letter here for you as well.? The shipping man took off a glove to pull the letter from his inner jacket pocket.
It was folded and sealed. Jolyon would read it later. ?Well, in the other case there are is a bottle of my wine, a gift to a friend. Personal delivery if you would be so kind, not part of the University work. Would you care for me to pay you now??
The shipper tutted and shook his head. ?Never you mind that, Dr. Gardiner, we are on that way, might as well take it with us. Barely take up any space at all on the gate dolly.?
?That is very kind of you. Thank you very much.? Jolyon smiled and helped move the last of the crates to the gate dolly and shook each shippers hand in turn. ?Have a good journey. Come spring, I hope to have more to send back.?
?Right you are, sir. Good day. Get back to your home, sir, and a warm meal, I hope. Harrowing sort of day. Storm looks to be brewing south.?
That it was, but Jolyon was feeling very good. Harvest had gone well, the wines were in their second barreling, and they were coming along beautifully. He had work done, work to do, and a wife who made his house feel like home every time he saw that wicked smile and glint to her eyes. Yes, he really wanted to get home. Hopping into the buggy, he did not even need to flick the reins for the horse was eager to get into her stable as well, and pulled off for the villa on the hill waiting for the coming storm.