The Shelter Cycle
““Here,” Jeremy said, pushing cloth bags into the orange frame pack. “Some of this dried fish you like, and some rice, and something for Kilo, too, of course.”
The dog leapt sideways, excited at the sound of his name, attentive to Jeremy’s every gesture.
“Where were you before?” Colville said.
“Before when?”
“Before you were here.”
“Before? I was here, before. And I was elsewhere, too—always traveling.” Kneeling, Jeremy now held two tubes of blue nylon with black rubber soles roughly sewn on, lo...ng black laces trailing. He stood barefoot in the snow, slapping ice from his feet before he slipped them into the boots.
“Moon boots,” Colville said.
“Pardon me?”
“I remember them, from when I was a kid.”
“Yes,” Jeremy said. “I remember them as well.” He pulled the laces tight, then stood, smiling. “Is something the matter?”
“No,” Colville said.
“You seem troubled. What is it?”
“If you’re a Master, if you’re Saint Germain, how can I even stand so close to you?MoreLess
The dog leapt sideways, excited at the sound of his name, attentive to Jeremy’s every gesture.
“Where were you before?” Colville said.
“Before when?”
“Before you were here.”
“Before? I was here, before. And I was elsewhere, too—always traveling.” Kneeling, Jeremy now held two tubes of blue nylon with black rubber soles roughly sewn on, lo...ng black laces trailing. He stood barefoot in the snow, slapping ice from his feet before he slipped them into the boots.
“Moon boots,” Colville said.
“Pardon me?”
“I remember them, from when I was a kid.”
“Yes,” Jeremy said. “I remember them as well.” He pulled the laces tight, then stood, smiling. “Is something the matter?”
“No,” Colville said.
“You seem troubled. What is it?”
“If you’re a Master, if you’re Saint Germain, how can I even stand so close to you?MoreLess
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