Having entered a magical realm, Holger Carlsen thinks wistfully of the world that he has left:
graceful spires in Copenhagen;
moors, beaches and wide horizons in Jutland;
ancient towns in green dales on the islands;
skyward arrogance of New York;
mist goldened by a San Francisco Bay sunset.
When you put it like that, why does anyone want to go to another world? (Holger didn't want to.)
Poul Anderson makes us aware of three groups who must do without coffee for breakfast:
Time Patrol members in the past (see here);
Holger in the Carolingian universe;
people living under "...wartime shortages..." (p. 24)
Holger's breakfast, served by Mother Gerd, maybe belongs on our food thread:
a bowl of porridge;
bread;
cheese;
ale;
"...a hunk of half-cooked bacon." (p. 23)
Despite the "half-cooked":
"Holger consumed the meal with appetite..." (p. 24)
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
And, of course, Holger has yet to discover his original home was the Carolingian timeline. Then he would have to decide: which is his TRUE home, our Earth or the Carolingian world?
Sean
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