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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Adventures of Campy Girlymann in the Land of Trolls

It took a moment before the two men were use to seeing by candlelight, and when their eyes adjusted the troll was no longer by the door. When they looked around, they found him in front of them. Just a moment before he was in back, yet neither one felt him go by. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark as if a florescent green light shown from behind them. It made the troll look menacing. For a moment Campy thought even hungry with the way the troll smiled and licked his lips.

"Follow me, and watch your head, there are sections that aren't as large as others." He said before he turned and began down a slight grade into the mountain. 

At first, the entrance was more like a bored tunnel but after walking for a while, the tunnel opened into a wide space, a section of natural cave with stalagmites and stalactites came in view in all shapes and sizes. There was a stream also and Campy suspected it was the same stream that ran by the cottage where they started but he wasn't sure since he had lost all direction of where they were. They had walked uphill for a while but  there were down sections as well, and now in this wide open area, it was hard to tell where east or west lay much less if they were up or down from where they started.

With a very concerned look, Vic asked, "Where are we?"

Boogabob stopped in his path and turned, "In a cave, where do you think you are?"

"Well, I know it's a cave, but where are we?"

With his chin resting in the cup of his hand, the troll contemplated the questioned for a while before he answered.  "We are, exactly, two degrees north of center of the mountain. This here is only one chamber of many."

Vic's look was vacant but he didn't ask anything further about where they were and the troll continued along, what looked like, a well worn path to the stream and at one point they crossed on flat stones set in the stream. They wound through the columns of mineral deposits that went up toward the ceiling and down toward the floor of the cave. The massive stone edifices stood there silent with the only noise of the slow drip that came from the tips of the mineral deposits.

Ahead was another tunnel, only this one looked part of the cave and the light from the candles seemed to be absorbed by the black coldness of the opening to the tunnel.

to be continued.... 

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