Epilogue 5

I leaped out of bed and rushed into Carole’s bedroom.
Shouting as I went.‘Carole,Carole wake up, he is alive, Nick is
alive, I have seen him.’
My friend had her eyes open and was staring incredulously at
‘Emilia, wake up, I think you are sleepwalking’ she said with a look
of concern on her face.
’I’m not, I told you, I have seen Nick. You know how I explained I
travel, well I just did and I saw Nick, he is alive Carole, alive!.’
I exclaimed slightly ruffled that my friend did not seem to
believe me, and after all I had explained to her.
‘Emilia, sweetie, I cannot understand a word you are saying. Please
wake up.’ cried Carole with some consternation.
I stopped short. Then I started to laugh, and laugh until I
was almost hysterical. Of course, I was talking to Carole in the
same mountain language I had spoken to Nick, no wonder the
poor girl was looking at me as if I had lost my senses.
‘Carole, I am sorry, I was so carried away with my news I forgot to
speak in English’. I explained.
Carole drew a long sigh of relief, and I went on to explain
again, in English, everything I had already told my friend in the
language of the mountain people.
I stopped short, that was a thought, he had understood me,
then he must be in a similar region to the one I had been in. He
must be somewhere in Tibet, but where? Surely we had not been
neighbours all that long time? Of course Tibet was vast! One could
spend months wandering in the mountains and never see a soul, let
alone someone known, but at least it broke the area down a little
bit. Not a lot, but crumbs were all I was asking for at the
moment, the whole loaf would follow in time.
Tibetans could be quite nomadic and would wander for miles and
miles, sometimes coming back to where they started, sometimes
Then I started with the doubts. The majority of people with
well developed psychic abilities doubt their abilities from time to
time, and this is as it should be. No one can be right all the time, a
psychic will tell you, but they usually are.
I was so afraid that it was wishful thinking which was
makingme see Nick.
I voiced her doubts to Carole, who would have none of it.
‘Of course he is alright, you saw him, you spoke to him. Tomorrow
we will go to the Embassy and start the search for him’. she
sounded so self-assured that I wanted to believe her. I then
had a thought.
‘Tomorrow is Sunday Carole, we will not be able to see anyone
tomorrow.’ I voice shook slightly, I wasn’t sure I was
not going to cry with disappointment.
‘Nonsense! Of course we will see someone tomorrow. Leave it to
me poppet.’ Carole was back on her usual form, full of self-
confidence and brimming over with enthusiasm.
I hoped she was right.
She was. After breakfast Carole rang someone she knew and lo
and behold twe had an appointment at the Embassy for 2pm.that
same afternoon.
‘I cannot believe it.’ I cried in amazement.
‘Believe it sweetie, it is not what you know in this life but whom.’
Carole winked as she said the last words.

Two o’clock could not come fast enough for me, and because
I was so edgy Carole suggested we went and browsed the
antique shops of the Angel district.
I was in her element, such wonderful shops and they had so
much in each of them, one could have browsed for a week and still
not seen everything. I picked out one or two things which
really caught my eye and purchased them. There was a wonderful
Sherlock Holmes pipe in a white material, the stone I was
informed came only from Turkey and was carved by craftsmen
there,it apparently wasn’t even stone but a kind of powder which
clung to itself when damp and became stonelike, and it was in its
very own leather carrying case.I could not resist it, I would
buy that for the Inspector as a thank you present, and I bought
also a tiny china bowl and lid, absolutely covered all over with
minute china flowers perfectly crafted. This was for Mrs.Forsyth,
I did not want the lady to feel there was any threat from me.
With the rest of my purchases safely packaged and with Carole
loaded to the gunnels with all kinds of memorabilia and a gorgeous
carved wall cupboard, we struggled back to the apartment to
deposit everything we had bought before they got ready for their
visit to the Embassy.

Epilogue 5


Co Durham, United Kingdom

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