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Magic Waters VI

Revelations

Continuarono a leggere e commentare le scoperte che uscivano copiose da quel vecchio manoscritto. A quanto affermavano gli antichissimi documenti, Camelot era il nome di un'isola prospiciente il tratto di costa in cui si trovava il castello. Il fatto che, affacciandosi alle molte finestre che davano sull'oceano, non si notasse traccia di terra sorgente dalle acque, né la sua presenza fosse segnata in alcuna mappa, lasciava supporre che quell'isola fosse sprofondata negli abissi in ere precolombiane, magari a causa di qualche maremoto, oppure un movimento della tettonica, particolarmente instabile lungo tutta la costiera ovest dell'America. Sempre che la storia narrata nel libro non fosse fictional. The particular mystery was that at the time of compilation of the manuscript that describes precisely the places, America had not yet been discovered, and the legend of Camelot is known to be a myth of the Old World.

- Oh, this is very late! - Kim suddenly exclaimed, looking at the clock located on the side of the door, whose hands were well over the lunch hour - We stayed in there for hours. Don Melville we'll be looking for ...

- You're right. We have to go. But in here we'll stay here until I return often ...

Ripercorsero the corridor to the lounge, where they found il padrone di casa, comodamente seduto su una poltrona, che leggeva il giornale.

- Salve, miei giovani amici - li salutò col suo consueto sorriso cordiale - Temevo vi foste persi. Questo castello è un labirinto.

Max si grattò la testa – Ci scusi... in effetti qualcosa abbiamo perso, la cognizione del tempo! Abbiamo trovato quella magnifica biblioteca e...

- Capisco – lo interruppe Don Melville – un luogo del genere è una preda troppo ghiotta per uno studioso come lei. E' una delle biblioteche private più antiche del Mondo. Ci sono volumi raccolti nei secoli e custoditi dalla mia famiglia, che come avrete capito proviene from Spain. Actually, I think I've read only a minor part of those books, which is somewhat inconvenient, given the years I spent in this castle ... to consider at its disposal, my young friend, perhaps it will do in these few days, best use of what I did.

- I found an old manuscript very interesting ... comes to Camelot, but not that of King Arthur. It says that Camelot was an island, an island that was just here ...

Don Melville stared at him curiously - Camelot? Interesting. I have not read the manuscript, but as I said, the library is certainly full of informazioni che uno studioso come lei potrà mettere a frutto.

Continuarono a conversare per qualche minuto, poi si diressero in sala da pranzo, per consumare l'abbondante pasto che il Don aveva già predisposto per loro.

Una volta terminato, Max espresse la volontà di tornare a studiare i volumi della biblioteca. Kim, che era ancora provata dall'avventura con l'uragano del giorno precedente, preferì rimanere nel salone, a riposare davanti all'accogliente fuoco che danzava come sempre nel camino. Don Melville si congedò, tornando alle sue occupazioni quotidiane.

La ragazza, non appena rimase sola, si distese sul divano, stiracchiandosi pigramente. Il tepore del fuoco la induceva a rilassare corpo e mente, e prima che se ne accorgesse, cadde in un sonno profondo.

Camminava a piedi nudi lungo un corridoio del castello, fiocamente illuminato da torce poste a intervalli regolari sulle pareti. Fra di esse erano appesi quadri che ritraevano personaggi di diverse epoche, dall'aria importante, apparentemente nobili, se non addirittura re, almeno a giudicare dai paramenti che indossavano e gli accessori: gioielli, diademi, corone, spade... la cosa che la colpiva era la somiglianza fra tutti quei volti, come se appartenessero ad una stessa linea di sangue. Inoltre le parevano stranamente familiari. Finché understood why: the last portrait, which belonged to this subject, it was Max!

A sudden noise behind him shook, something metallic that moved on the floor. She turned slowly, her heart was beating crazy, and hair that stood up at the base of the neck. She was ready to any thing, but not the vision that appeared before his eyes: a man in armor, his face hidden by the heavy shield, shimmering red glow in the light of torches, wielding a huge sword, he was approaching her.

Kim tried to scream but no sound came from the lips. The next appearance is stopped, facing. Slowly raised his sword, pointing it at her. It was a few inches from her face, she could almost feel its cold and cutting edge. He could not move, and already felt the knife tearing the flesh and muscles. But the sword did not move.

Then, with a slow, but steady, the man turned his arm in armor, the sword tip away from the face of Kim, heading for a corridor to the right of her. As if it would mean something, and she turned in that direction, until ...

- Kim! Kim! Where are you?

Max had entered in the hall down the stairs to the right, and the sight of the couch was covered by the big table in the middle of the room.

When he moved a few steps, he saw a head sticking out from behind the wavering back. Kim was, staring at him with a look stunned and surprised, her eyes half shut.

- Were you sleeping? Damn, I'm sorry I woke up ...

- Never mind ... I had a strange dream ... I do not remember the details, but I think there were too ...

Max smiled, sitting on the armrest of the sofa - I was yours? I hope that I have done well. I also believe to have you dreamed of tonight ...

- What an honor! - She said chuckling - and in your dream you behaved well?

Max shrugged, looking deliberately minimizing - Well ... still trying to tell you of my latest shocking discoveries - with continued emphatically - I finished reading the manuscript e. .. apparently this is indeed the Camelot. That is, the kingdom of Camelot, what then would become of Arthur, began precisely on that island ... here in Mexico ... more! It seems to have always been here.

- So the legendary King Arthur instead of the crown wore the sombrero? - Kim said with a laugh.

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swam along the hot running underwater for several minutes, savoring the oxygen that came in liquid form in lungs. He was fine, he felt free, a sense of complete abandon as he had never experienced in his life. Schools of small fish the silver dancing around as if to greet her. No sound disturbed the tranquility, no sound ... except ...

Driiin! Driiin! Driiin!

Kim allungò la mano, e spense la sveglia che fastidiosamente l'aveva riportata alla realtà. Aprì gli occhi e con fatica cercò di mettere a fuoco la scena. Era ancora immersa in quel sogno così realistico, che desiderò per un attimo essere davvero una creatura del mare. La stanza era al buio. Guardò il display luminoso: le 8.30. Come poteva essere ancora notte?

Si alzò stiracchiandosi e andò alla finestra, scostando le tende. Fuori era se possibile ancora più cupo che nella stanza. Il cielo coperto da neri nuvoloni, una pioggia scrosciante che non permetteva di vedere oltre pochi metri. La tempesta continuava.

Uscendo dalla camera, dopo essersi prepared to continue their journey, crossed the hall, the young archaeologist. He, too, all dressed up for the start, and with the air of someone who has just woken up. Max looked at her very carefully, giving her a good morning.

down the staircase that Melville saw Don was waiting, arms folded, stroking the white goatee.

- Good morning, my young friends. I see that you are ready, but I fear you will not go anywhere.

The two boys stood on the scale, with a quizzical expression on his face.

- The storm - the man continued - will go ahead so for several days. The radio said. And on top of the rain that never stops from yesterday has made all the roads unsafe. I think you have to pay my hospitality for some time - concluded with a smile.

Max began to descend, followed by Kim - Wow! This is not wanted there, ruin my schedule!

- And my vacation - said the girl, with a gesture of annoyance - but what will go exactly?

Don Melville shrugged - At least a couple of weeks, so they told the news. You will still be my care to make your stay as comfortable possible. I have already prepared the breakfast. Then, if you like, you can visit the castle, is a very interesting place, full of charming corners. I leave you alone, my young friends, I must attend to the matter. Consider my house as yours.

And with a cordial greeting, he turned and disappeared into one of those corners that had just described.

The breakfast was plentiful and tasty, succeeding in part to soothe the frustration over the forced, albeit interesting, stay in the castle.

Kim and Max were walking along the corridors, commenting on the situation which saw them holiday companions, and telling more accurate details of their lives, to know better. They seemed at ease together, and the feeling grew moment by moment, linking them in some way to each other.

Take a corridor to the left, which ended in front of a massive wooden door burnished.

- In your opinion, what is there behind? - Kim asked, laughing and pointing to the heavy dark doors.

- A torture chamber - said the archaeologist, with a satanic grin.

- No - said Kim, turning serious - This castle has only good vibrations ... impossible vi sia qualcosa che ha a che fare con morte, dolore, violenza...

- Max le cinse le spalle con un braccio – Ma io scherzavo, infatti... andiamo a vedere, a questo punto sono curioso.

Avanzarono verso la porta e l'aprirono. Le ante si mossero quasi da sole, lasciando allo sguardo ammirato dei giovani la più grande biblioteca privata avessero mai visto. Una sala di circa cento metri quadrati interamente occupata da scaffali stracolmi di volumi, alti fino ai cinque metri di soffitto.

- Accidenti... - mormorò Max, muovendo i primi, emozionati passi nella sala – quanti libri ci saranno qui dentro?

- Non ne I have no idea ... - Kim said softly - but this room alone could be listed! The books all look very old and valuable ...

- Max wandered around the room, staring at the rows of books, studying securities, precious bindings touching the tip of the fingers - is, in fact ... look here! - Exclaimed, stopping and grabbing a slim volume but large.

began to leaf through it eagerly, and his face expressions are continuing at a fast pace - I can not! This manuscript dates from the early centuries after Christ ... is in Latin, a strange form of Latin, almost Anglicized ... never read niente di simile...

Kim seguiva affascinata i movimenti del compagno, cercando di decifrare quelli che per lei erano solo strani segni sbiaditi, vergati a mano su vecchi fogli ingialliti dal tempo.

- Da quel poco che ci capisco – continuava Max, leggendo il manoscritto – mi pare racconti la storia di un'isola... un'isola nel Pacifico. Ecco, qui ne dice il nome – esclamò improvvisamente, puntando il dito su una riga – e... il nome è... Camelot!

I due giovani si fissarono per lunghi istanti, mentre il silenzio nella biblioteca sembrava avvolgerli in uno spesso manto.

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- Wow! And now?

- It 's been a light ... that must have been lightning - Kim said, looking toward the window - even the road is not lit, the lanterns in the courtyard are all off ... there is probably damage to the power line across the area, possibly an overload.

- We hope that the blackouts will not last long ... - Max said, setting himself the dark rectangle of the window. The flames flickering in the fireplace amber splash of the young man's face.

Kim admired him almost hypnotized by the suggestion of the special atmosphere - Thank God that the fire is not subject to power cuts - he said finally, smiling and turning his gaze to the fireplace - otherwise we can not even see each other .. .

- It would be a shame - the archaeologist said, looking once more slender and elegant figure of his interlocutor.

Kim passed on the comment, pretending not to have heard. He pulled back with the torso, resting his hands on the carpet where they were comfortably placed after the release of Don Melville. The warm light danced on his body, mettendone in risalto le forme, sotto lo sguardo ammirato e indagatore di Max.

- Sembrerà un luogo comune in questi casi, ma... io sono sicuro di averti già vista da qualche parte.

Kim lo fissò sorpresa – Stavo pensando anch'io la stessa cosa! Sarà questa luce soffusa, ma il tuo volto non mi è nuovo. Sei mai stato a San Francisco?

- No, mai – rispose il giovane archeologo, armeggiando con l'attizzatoio sui ciocchi scoppiettanti per ravvivare il fuoco – in California sono stato solo a Los Angeles, e fra l'altro proprio recentemente, per una tappa di riposo dopo aver compiuto ricerche in Arizona, e prima di scendere down here in Mexico ... I spent all last weekend, there was a place in Glendale where the food was great!

- L 'Ocean Pie ! - Said Kim rubbed his eyes - That's where I saw you! Were you that guy who always occupies the corner table near the jukebox, with a big book in front of his eyes and concentrated ...

Max opened his eyes in turn, while an amused smile lighting up his face - and you were the one girl who was always at the counter talking with the owners. Impossible not to notice you.

The lively light of the fireplace hid the blush that colors the cheeks of Kim at this compliment - Impossible not to notice me? Micah had a red coat as Supergirl and ankle rattles! - Said with a chuckle embarrassed - The owner of 'Ocean Pie is the husband of my cousin and I stayed a week with them going down to Frisco - added immediately after, to change the subject.

- Yours is a pleasure trip? Or did you come to Mexico to work? Tonight, you mentioned something that has to do with saving the ocean and marine species, right?

- I'm on vacation - Kim said - but yes, working for an organization that takes care of those things ... the Star-Shaped Seashell ...

- La conosco! - la interruppe l'archeologo – Anzi, ho anche collaborato con voi in un paio di occasioni... più che io, il mio Dipartimento, per essere precisi. Il capo è sempre Gracelyn Greene?

Kim sorrise – Si. E proprio lei mi ha praticamente costretta a prendermi un mese di vacanza, dopo che abbiamo risolto un caso particolarmente impegnativo al largo delle coste australiane.

- Interessante... deve essere un lavoro molto difficile, ma che dà soddisfazioni...

- Non sai quanto... entrambe le cose – rispose lei, allungando le braccia sopra la testa e stiracchiandosi, while yawning. The movement picked up the breast, pressing it against the light fabric of her dress, and emphasizing the perfect form, which did not escape the attention of the male residing in the archaeologist.

- Are you tired? We go to bed? - The churches.

- In fact, it was a tiring day, a good night's sleep is what it takes - Kim answered, with another yawn - as it would be nice to chat with you - he added with a shy smile.

Max stood up, holding out his hand - Please, my Lady.

- Thanks Milord - said her, laughing and taking his hand - I see the dear good manners of the old continent have not been removed after years of living with us savages of the New World!

- Good blood does not lie! - He said, while guiding hand in hand out of the hall, and walking toward the stairs leading to the rooms.

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Magic Waters III

The first night

- There will be something in my size ... and not put in the seventeenth century, here? - Is chiese Kim, mentre apriva le porte della cabina, anzi stanza armadio, posta sulla parete nord della camera.

Con sollievo scoprì che i capi di abbigliamento conservati lì dentro, non solo erano attuali e di gran classe, ma provandone alcuni, le calzavano a pennello.

Dopo un'accurata scelta, e rimirandosi più volte nello specchio, scelse un abitino nero al ginocchio, con le maniche lunghe. Elegante e seducente, in quanto la già generosa scollatura era messa ancor più in risalto da laccetti legati sotto al seno. Completava l'abbigliamento un paio di sandali in tinta, col tacco non molto alto e cinghie strette intorno alla caviglia, decorati con strasse.

Going down the stairs leading to the entrance hall, noted with a hint of the complacency that Max gave her admiring gaze, pausing for a moment the conversation taking place with Don Melville. The two men were waiting, and once reached the bottom of the staircase, the landlord made their way to the dining room.

- Atlantis has always fascinated me, ever since I was little. I chose to do virtually the archaeologist found the remains - Max, as always, when talking about his main passion, he used a tone of excited and enthusiastic.

- but Atlantis is not a legend? - Kim interrupted him - I work for an organization that studies the seas and oceans around the world, yet we have never detected traces and evidence of its existence.

Don Melville followed with interest the conversation between the two young men, speaking occasionally to ask if they were brought to their taste and hospitality of the castle to their liking. Guests reassured him, saying again and again as a Grand Hotel could not even wish for a better deal.

- Search and find - said Max - Surely you are more focused on saving marine species at risk, and seas from pollution, to find that archaeological submerged.

- What took her to Mexico, my young friend? - Don Melville asked in a tone that might seem inquisitive, but the two guests did not notice.

- I'm following the directions of certain documents which the University has come into my possession.

- What? - Kim said, concerned - Atlantis would sink into the Pacific Ocean, then? It was not the Atlantic, as the name?

Don Melville even more focused his attention on the response that would have given Max.

- The myth puts you in the Atlantic, in fact - explained il giovane archeologo – ma anni di studi, e una notevole quantità di documenti che ho raccolto parrebbero non suffragare questa ipotesi. D'altra parte c'è anche chi teorizza il Continente Scomparso sia sotto le sabbie del Sahara, avete letto il romanzo, no? Gli studi più recenti hanno portato a escludere le altre ipotesi, e le mie ricerche personali lasciano supporre Atlantide sia da qualche parte nell'Oceano Pacifico, in un'area prossima a Baja California.

- Interessante... – commentò Kim, aggiustandosi una ciocca di capelli che le era scivolata sulla fronte. Max seguì quel movimento con uno sguardo affascinato. Quella ragazza aveva un non so che di misteriosamente sensuale. Una sorta di magnetismo che riusciva ad alzargli il livello di testosterone anche solo con un gesto della mano come quello appena compiuto.

- Scusatemi, miei giovani ospiti – disse Don Melville sorridendo, e alzandosi – vi lascio alle vostre conversazioni. Rimanete pure quanto volete, il camino vi terrà compagnia restando acceso tutta la notte. Io sento il bisogno di ritirarmi, purtroppo l'età ha le sue esigenze - concluse sorridendo, e accarezzando la barba candida, per rafforzare la sua affermazione.

Max e Kim si alzarono a loro volta, salutando il padrone di casa e dandogli la buonanotte.

- E ora dimmi qualcosa di te... - fu l'ultima frase che Don Melville udì uttered by Max, as he left the room.

The amber light of a lamp dimly lit the desk in the bedroom of the distinguished gentleman from Mexico. Don Melville, already in sleepwear, with an elegant silk dressing gown, was bent on one side of the cabinet, and fumbling with a lock hidden under the floor. He opened a secret compartment, and pulled out a small book bound in leather, antique look. Poggiatolo on the desk, opened to a page indicated by a silver bookmark, about half the volume.

- Arcana paths between Avenues of Hurricane,

Naviganti paths in different seas,

join the King's Road,

between streams of golden sparks

in search of Return of Time ... - murmured Don reread the text carefully studied. He looked up, following a trail of thoughts - That ...

The sentence was cut in half by the intense glow of a sudden lightning, followed in complete darkness.