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Wasn't it also a dark-haired woman she had been searching for? Gbitcoin binance live chartreat-grandmother had bought it from a Gypsy woman, hadn't she? Hilde felt her hands shaking as they held the book. She had the feeling that Sophie really existed somewhere "on the other side."Now Sophie is dreaming about Hilde and Bjerkely. Hilde can neither see nor hear her, but then--Sophie finds Hilde's gold crucifix on the dock. And the crucifix--with Hilde's initials and everything--is in Sophie's bed when she wakes after her dream!
Hilde forced herself to think hard. Surely she hadn't lost her crucifix as well? She went to her dresser and took out her jewelry case. The crucifix, which she had received as a christening gift from her grandmother, was not there!So she really had lost it. All right, but how had her father known it when she didn't even know it herself?And another thing: Sophie had apparently dreamed that Hilde's father came home from Lebanon. But there was still a week to go before that happened. Was Sophie's dream prophetic? Did her father mean that when he came home Sophie would somehow be there? He had written that she would get a new friend ...In a momentary vision of absolute clarity Hilde knew that Sophie was more than just paper and ink. She really existed.The Enlightenent
...from the way needles are made to the way cannons are foundedHilde had just begun the chapter on the Renaissance when she heard her mother come in the front door. She looked at the clock. It was four in the afternoon."It is the only way to become a human being. It is the only way to become more than a naked ape ..."
Sophie sat for a while staring into the garden through the little holes in the hedge. She was beginning to understand why it was so important to know about her historical roots. It had certainly been important to the Children of Israel.She herself was just an ordinary person. But if she knew her historical roots, she would be a little less ordinary.She would not be living on this planet for more than a few years. But if the history of mankind was her own history, in a way she was thousands of years old.The Middle Ages
... going only part of the way is not the same as going the wrong wayA week passed without Sophie hearing from Alberto Knox. There were no more postcards from Lebanon either, although she and Joanna still talked about the cards they found in the major's cabin. Joanna had had the fright of her life, but as nothing further seemed to hap-pen, the immediate terror faded and was submerged in homework and badminton.
Sophie read Alberto's letters over and over, looking for some clue that would throw light on the Hilde mystery. Doing so also gave her plenty of opportunity to digest the classical philosophy. She no longer had difficulty in distinguishing Democritus and Socrates, or Plato and Aristotle, from each other.On Friday, May 25, she was in the kitchen fixing dinner before her mother got home. It was their regular Friday agreement. Today she was making fish soup with fish balls and carrots. Plain and simple.Outside it was becoming windy. As Sophie stood stirring the casserole she turned toward the window. The birch trees were waving like cornstalks.Suddenly something smacked against the window-pane. Sophie turned around again and discovered a card sticking to the window.
It was a postcard. She could read it through the glass: "Hilde Moller Knag, c/o Sophie Amundsen."She thought as much! She opened the window and took the card. It could hardly have blown all the way from Lebanon!This card was also dated June 15. Sophie removed the casserole from the stove and sat down at the kitchen table. The card read:Dear Hilde, I don't know whether it will still be your birthday when you read this card. I hope so, in a way; or at least that not too many days have gone by. A week or two for Sophie does not have to mean just as long for us. I shall be coming home for Midsummer Eve, so we can sit together for hours in the glider, looking out over the sea, Hilde. We have so much to talk about. Love from Dad, who sometimes gets very depressed about the thousand-year-long strife between Jews, Christians, and Muslims. I have to keep reminding myself that all three religions stem from Abraham. So I suppose they all pray to the same God. Down here, Cain and Abel have not finished killing each other.
P.S. Please say hello to Sophie. Poor child, she still doesn't know how this whole thing hangs together. But perhaps you do?Sophie put her head down on the table, exhausted. One thing was certain--she had no idea how this thing hung together. But Hilde did, presumably.
If Hilde's father asked her to say hello to Sophie, it had to mean that Hilde knew more about Sophie than Sophie did about Hilde. It was all so complicated that Sophie went back to fixing dinner.A postcard that smacked against the kitchen window all by itself! You could call that airmail!
As soon as she had set the casserole on the stove again, the telephone rang.Suppose it was Dad! She wished desperately that he would come home so she could tell him everything that had happened in these last weeks. But it was probably only Joanna or Mom. Sophie snatched up the phone."Sophie Amundsen," she said."It's me," said a voice.Sophie was sure of three things: it was not her father. But it was a man's voice, and a voice she knew she had heard before."Who is this?"
Sophie was at a loss for words. It was the voice from the Acropolis video that she had recognized."Are you all right?"
"Sure.""From now on there will be no more letters."
"But I didn't send you a frog!""We must meet in person. It's beginning to be urgent, you see.""Why?""Hilde's father is closing in on us."
"Closing in how?""On all sides, Sophie. We have to work together now."
"How...?""But you can't help much before I have told you about the Middle Ages. We ought to cover the Renaissance and the seventeenth century as well. Berkeley is a key figure..."
"Wasn't he the man in the picture at the major's cabin?""That very same. Maybe the actual struggle will be waged over his philosophy."
"You make it sound like a war.""I would rather call it a battle of wills. We have to attract Hilde's attention and get her over on our side before her father comes home to Lillesand.""I don't get it at all.""Perhaps the philosophers can open your eyes. Meet me at St. Mary's Church at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. But come alone, my child."
"So early in the morning?"The telephone clicked.
"Hello?"He had hung up! Sophie rushed back to the stove just before the fish soup boiled over.
St. Mary's Church? That was an old stone church from the Middle Ages. It was only used for concerts and very special ceremonies. And in the summer it was sometimes open to tourists. But surely it wasn't open in the middle of the night?When her mother got home, Sophie had put the card from Lebanon with everything else from Alberto and Hilde. After dinner she went over to Joanna's place.