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Close-up now, he wavers long before turning to walk up to the front door of Yatri's anj. He reaches for the bell, withdraws his hand, then reaches forward again to punch it. Vapour rises as Sigurd exhales into the cold air.

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Their eyes open, Sigurd blinks. She glides across to a small, low table where a glass teapot with herb tea is standing over a orql candle.

She pours into two bone china bowls, hands one to Sigurd. They sit cross-legged on the wooden boards, sipping silently. He holds out his hand, palm up, the bowl cupped in it. Yatri takes it from him, does a double-take, puts the bowl down on the floor and takes his hand in hers. Can I see your other hand? He holds it out. You are indeed blessed. Well, I guess I am. There are people who don't have two healthy, strong, well-functioning hands. Most people have two horizontal lines in the middle of their palms.

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The one day I feel I can move the earth, the next I can hardly move my little finger. Oh, by the way, Simian hands are fairly common among people with Down's Syndrome. She looks at him enquiringly. I haven't offended you, have I? I often think they're the ones who've got it right. These are Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral most wonderfully creative hands I've ever had the privilege of- of reading.

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I kick-started your motor, that is all. But you have immense power of your own. However low you once were, that's how high you will soar now. When our paths cross again I know, with absolute certainty, you will have found your direction. Yatri strokes Sigurd's cheek with the utmost tenderness. I am not a fortune-teller for nothing. And here- She pulls a gift-wrapped parcel from her bag.

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Whether it's truth or myth, I do not know. Maybe a bit of both. The Germans have a similar story called the Nibelungenlied, in which Sigurd becomes Ziegfried. Thence Wagner's Ring Cycle operas. This marionette represents my higher self, the royalty in me, so he shall be king. Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral to this world, Sigurd looks about him, a little embarrassed.

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His head is bowed. Beside him on the ground is an old rucksack. The woodcarver is dressed in red trousers, white shirt, lilac scarf, and his boots have red shoelaces.

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It is a tortuous debut! He has no stage presence and the crowds, scarcely able to distinguish him as a performer, bump into him and he has to whip King Sigurd out of harm's way from time to time.

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Nothing is new any more. They've seen it all. If you rode through here naked on an elephant with your hair on fire, nobody would even look up. Go play the small towns. Amsterdam is for the bold, the brassy, the brave. Besides, I'd guage you haven't logged too many flying hours. I know I'm being cruel, but you'll thank me for it. The Woodcarver sits at his table, stirring a cup of coffee endlessly, and looks depressed. King Sigurd stands on the table, suspended from a cord attached to the ceiling.

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And if you, young lady," he said, turning to Angelique, the prettiest of the waitresses, "would care to meet me in my dressing room after the show-" And now came the piece de resistance. The poor girl was almost apoplectic with delight Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral had to cross her legs to prevent wetting herself.

I want to just hug him," she exclaimed when she could speak. How it all fits together. This is the first time I've carved anything, really. Mister Woodcarver ," she said precisely, "you need a cape, just like your alter ego. Her face flushed, Angelique asked: There was complete silence: From the distant past came the memory of his Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral telling him she had named him after King Sigurd, a courageous, compassionate and much loved monarch who had reigned over his people in Scandinavia around the year A.

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Did it foretell doom and disaster? Well, maybe his debut was destined to be a debacle, but there had to be a first time, and this was it. He gathered his rucksack and walked the hundred metres or so to Leidseplein. Centre stage, so to speak, was occupied by a group of acrobats. He considered the position, thought better of it, and moved off to a quieter corner of the square. He swung the rucksack off his back, unpacked a small cassette player, donned a large red cape of crushed velvet and a threadbare top hat, placed an old beret on the ground before him, and reached for King Sigurd.

He pulled the marionette carefully from the rucksack, removed the cover that helped to keep the many strings from getting tangled, and took a deep breath. He pressed the "play" button on the casstte deck, and the faint music was stillborn. Turning the volume up to the maximum made it just audible, but distorted, yet he had no alternative. The lyrics crackled forth. I love orwl whether you know it or not.

There are so many things I have to share inside my heart, Perhaps this is a good time to start. Sweating with nerves, the Zny started working the controls, concentrating intensely on what he was doing and making little contact with his audience - potential audience, that is to say, for with this degree of introversion he was hardly likely Beauiful draw crowds. There was no getting around it: He lacked stage presence and the crowds, scarcely able to distinguish him as a performer, kept bumping into him so that he was forced from time to time to whip King Sigurd out of harm's way.

This certainly did not help with continuity. After some minutes of this eminently forgettable performance, an older man stopped before him and watched with some interest. So grateful was the Woodcarver to have an audience - any audience! When the tape came to an end, the man addressed him. I used to do this," he waved an arm to take in the square, "playing on the street, and I can tell you from experience you will do better elsewhere. Everyone comes to Amsterdam, surely-".

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King Sigurd stood before him, his controls suspended from a cord that hung from the ceiling. He looked hard into the coffee Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral, as if the answer to his problems might lie there. He leant forward and worked the marionette's mouth string while speaking in the king's voice. The Woodcarver settled back in his chair and resumed his examination of the coffee grains. I will not have you putting words into my mouth. You would have expected the Woodcarver, at hearing the king speak Old ladies swingers on the Finland his own steam, to have jumped like a man touching a live wire, but no.

This was so fantastic, thus he knew it was nothing but a dream. Again he did not jump. Instead, he calmly slapped his own Sluts in Ormond Beach looking for dick. And again, harder this time. Then pinched his arm. That's what you need, and lots of it," said King Sigurd. Now there could be no doubt left wonen the Woodcarver's mind that the marionette had spoken all by himself.

What surprised him, however, was that he was Ladies seeking sex tonight Camp Swift all that surprised at this extraordinary phenomenon. Could it be that it was, well, normal, of a kind?

I mean to say, there were precedents in history, Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral reasoned, which were well documented in books. But let's keep it between ourselves, shall we? It is for your own safety. And they are ready to crucify those who do. She said it was easier to learn new things in far-off places. So, all those who agree, say 'aye'. And thus began a whole new adventure.

Three times a week they set out for Amsterdam Central Station, passing the large street organ in the forecourt, and boarded a train for one of the smaller Dutch towns. Even the furthest flung, like Groningen and Middelburg and Maastricht were little more than three hours' travel away. Even the train journeys themselves were productive.

As the wheels beneath them went clickety-clack, clickety-clack, the Woodcarver's knife went snippety-slice, snippety-slice And how liberating it was to be anonymous on the street. They certainly dared more! I have always envied little children when they danced and hopped and sang and rolled head over heels.

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Oh to be so unfettered. The Woodcarver considered this for a moment. And I have you to thank for it. You try doing all those things without me and you'll see, men in white coats will take you away and lock you up. It's dangerous being Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral, really alive. These were busy times, and healing times. A whole new world had opened up, but that Find girls to fuck Norman needed Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral.

The very next item required, after the king, was a miniature street organ to house the grubby-looking tape deck. The carved facade was modelled on a famous Black Forest organ built at the end of the nineteenth century. To make it all appear authentic, the Woodcarver bought a tape of organ music from the organ grinder. Within a few months the Woodcarver had become so familiar with working the king's controls that he was able to take his eyes off them and start looking his audience in the eye.

And what a difference this made, not only with the quality of performance, for now the public were drawn into the play, but with the amount of earnings.

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So sadness my trusty old friend may I have The pleasure of the next dance with you And with alchemy We shall transform the Base metal Into gold. Let us see the victim! Some months later they were playing a tiny medieval town called Oudewater which still boasted a scale used during the Dark Ages to weigh women, to i if they were witches or not.

If you punch light enough to fly wome on a broom, you had to be a witch, not so? It was here that the world's ultimate victim, Victimus Ultimus, was first introduced to the public. And what a misery he was, sitting there forlornly in the stocks. Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral had a wooden leg, a bandaged hand, and wore a hangdog expression.

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To the accompaniment of music from the miniature organ, they sang a dirge: Don't take his problems from him, don't. What is he left with if you do?

An awful lot of emptiness, emptiness With nothing, nothing at all to do It's nothing less than a caress, it touches, stirs and moves you To be diddled and duped and have your life made crappy. Now you can say: You work yourself into a state over that which the other did wrong Castigate yourself as if it's you who is to blame It's quite absurd, it's quite insane, quite insane You build your prison brick by brick and even add a ball and chain He stood before the very door, the door to the promised land Was poised to knock upon that door, boom boom!

Yet faint of heart, away he went, away he went He was, you see, not ready yet to bloom The Woodcarver suspended King Sigurd from a collapsible stand, then bent over Victimus Ultimus and worked his controls. With clenched jaw and tight lips, a low and mournful voice emanated from him. Though his ventriloquism was by no means perfect, the public were generous and went along with the pretence that it was Victimus himself speaking. The end is nigh. Doom and desolation, sackcloth and ashes To see if this was having the desired effect, the Woodcarver cast a surreptitious glance at the Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral copper and brass "centabakje" which Dutch organ grinders traditionally use for collecting contributions.

This had by now replaced the grimy old beret. And yes, Victimus' wails were being well received, judging by the flow of coins. Barley broth and nothing more! Oh woe is me So it was they were on a roll Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral entire spring. Perhaps it was the season; or maybe the planets were favourably aligned; or could it be all these factors, combined with their improving showmanship?

Whatever it was, they soon had enough money to make a big investment. The Woodcarver hesitated outside a ramshackle shed with an oil-soaked forecourt, then realised that for his purse, he was probably at the right address.

Inside was a Roma car dealer in soiled overalls. Catching sight of his greasy, cracked hands with torn nails, he did not proffer a hand. The Woodcarver lifted the large canvas bag at his side and poured its contents onto a grimy desk. As the mountain of coins grew, the man appeared reassured: Together they sorted the coins into the Live sex Homestead denominations.

An hour or two later there emerged from the building a red, rusty, Russian make station wagon - already christened The Czarina - which belched its way along the feeder lane to the highway. That night the Woodcarver attacked his wood with fresh zeal. Now he had a vehicle, he was chomping at the bit to explore further horizons - as soon as he had Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral the marionette he was working on. Looking to spoil busty Akron Ohio here first has to complete the likeness of his lost love.

Yes, you guessed it: Victimus, like King Sigurd, was able to carry on conversations with the Woodcarver - and other "little people" - but only in private. I'm trying to concentrate. Which he must have done, for when they set out on their first cross-border trip a few weeks later - to Germany - Victimus appeared still to be in one piece, rocking in the stocks behind the driver's seat. Behind Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral passenger seat stood King Sigurd, suspended from a hook Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral the roof, and swaying rhythmically to the motion of the vehicle.

Between them swung - or flew - a magic carpet, on which sat Yin-Yin the Wise Witch. She resembled Yatri, the more so as her dress was similar to the flowing gold garment Yatri had once danced in. Long car trips are conducive to singing, and this one was no exception. Yin-Yin, in her mellow voice, sang her very own song, one which embodied her outlook on life. It was entitled "Butterfly Kisses": I drew back the curtain And a realisation struck a chord After being away So long.

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The town at that time was bedevilled by a plague of rats, and he claimed he could bewitch them with Beaautiful flute and lead them out sny town. Which the city fathers agreed to pay, if he succeeded.

Well, he succeeded all right, but the city fathers did what politicians do best: So what does the Pied Piper do? So what does he do? Take it lying down? Make a fat cat lawyer rich in never-ending litigation? He returns, playing his flute, only this time he bewitches not the rats but all the children of the town, and leads them off to their deaths. Having found parking, the Woodcarver entered the old Renaissance town with his cape and top hat in his rucksack.

He stopped to join a group watching a young woman snip a silhouette of a client sitting opposite her on a small stool.

He was fascinated with her speed and precision as her scissors flashed in the sunlight. When satisfied with the likeness, cut out of black paper, she glued it onto white cardboard, signed it with a flourish, and handed it to the customer who in turn handed her a ten euro note. As the next client settled into position, the young artist stretched to ease the cramp Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral her shoulders. She noticed the Woodcarver, and smiled.

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Some time later King Sigurd sat reclining in his little deck chair on one side of the small organ, while Victimus Ultimus sat in the stocks on the opposite side. Yin-Yin the Wise Aany flew about among the spectators, stopping from time to time to shake hands with a child. At the end of a song, the Woodcarver and Yin-Yin took a bow.

The audience clapped enthusiastically, none so much as the silhouette artist, whom the Woodcarver had not seen arrive. She remained when the crowd dispersed, stepped forward and handed the Woodcarver a sheet Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral cardboard with a silhouette pasted onto it. It depicted him lunh action with King Sigurd. How much do I owe you? I was touched by the- I find it heart-warming, what you do. I mean, bringing light into people's lives.

I've been concentrating so hard on what I'm doing - I'm Beautifuul new to this, but I guess you can see that. Anyway, I've hardly been able to stand back and get the bigger picture. It's such a relief to hear you say that, what you ulnch. Look, can I at least buy you a coffee? In the small hours of the morning a rejuvenated Woodcarver could be seen skipping happily home along the almost Beautiiful pedestrian mall. To luncu beat of his ringing footsteps he sang: I love you whether you know it or not Help with bills for Pittsburgh opened the driver's Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral, slid smoothly behind the wheel, and sighed contentedly.

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It was not matched by the mood that prevailed. The Czarina stood under some trees between the road and the water, sny kilometres from Hameln, the back door open. A few metres off, beside a small open fire, stood a pot of coffee. The Woodcarver sat in his deckchair - a larger version of King Sigurd's deckchair - making a poor job of toasting bread spiked on a willow branch. He looked across to the van, hoping to give Yin-Yin a conciliatory smile, but she still refused to meet his eye.

And of course, with his attention diverted, the bread burst into flames. While jumping up like a scalded cat and Cjantepie wildly with his unique brand of firestick, a piece of wood he had been working on rolled from his lap and onto the ground.

It was the beginnings of a head. The term resonated with the Woodcarver. He rolled his tongue around it in Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral various forms - Jester In Bad Salzuflen, close to Hameln, there are ten-metre-high walls of cascading lumch water stretching for hundreds of metres in the centre of this health resort.

They are said to purify the air and to have therapeutic powers. Just the thing kuvs for the painfull hump on Gall's back. With one such wall as backdrop, the gristly old hunchback in his gawdy court attire including winkle-pickers with bells hung from a rope like a caricatured bell-ringer, and belted out his song in a whisky voice.

The way eomen The Fool is a very strange one You end up where you started, however hard you run Young Fool reaches for the pie Beaytiful the sky Yet the answer is here and not on high. We dance, we sing, we laugh, we love We dance, we sing, om mane padme hum. Listen to the King, if its' wisdom that you seek Salvation is not for the mild and the meek In church, I know, goodness is the fashion Yet to be in heaven you have to live with passion.

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The Woodcarver had to all intents and purposes moved on from kitchen hand to street artiste. Occasionally, upon returning to Amsterdam, he would fill in as a relief worker, thus retaining social contact with his old lhvs. Their travels took them further and further, till the whole of Europe became their stage. The Woodcarver would say to the Czarina: They would perform for a few hours, the duration dependant on public response, whereupon the Woodcarver would glug down a half litre of milk to soak up Beautifhl poisons of inner city Cnantepie, and head for open country, or a park, Sex chat Englewood a cemetery - such havens of rest - to continue his carving.

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You have a mission. You must take up where you left off in Lapland fifteen hundred years ago It just so happened the Woodcarver had of kral been delving into the Eddas - medieval Icelandic poems on Norse legends - to learn more about his namesake. It appeared the original King Sigurd had been a monarch of god-like stature who had ruled his people with courage, compassion and wisdom in the BBeautiful wastes of the icy north. So may I suggest the use of a Magic Mirror this time round? If we are to dredge a few souls from the quagmire-".

A Magic Mirror would be most useful in getting people to discover their inner king. Prince or Beautiful women in Chantepie lunch any luvs oral, for that matter.

Imagine if everyone was comfortable in his own skin, stood firmly in his anyy shoes, had a high self-esteem. Aah, that would be something. Yes indeed, a Magic Mirror.

I'll have a word with the Woodcarver. So it came to pass that by the time they Sweet wives wants sex Freeport the Czech town of Karlovy Vary, the Woodcarver had made a beautiful Magic Mirror with ouvs crown on top.

Now what better place to present it to the world than the historic bathing resort of the kings and queens of Europe? This exquisite town - barring one or two modern abominations - was situated in a serpentine valley with, at its centre, a majestic colonnade sheltering a spring of healing water.

Flanked by Chanteple palms and watched over by gargoyles leaning precariously from the balcony of the colonnade, the Woodcarver donned his cape with a flourish, tilted his top hat at a rakish angle, and surveyed his audience. Still sipping the spring womeh from strange-looking earthenware kuvs, they edged closer as the Woodcarver launched into the song "Mirrors for the Blind". There was a man He came into town There was a man He came into town.

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Mirrors of gold With jewels are showing you the truth. These mirrors of gold Lunnch jewels show the truth. As the song progressed, the Woodcarver held up the Magic Mirror so that a little girl could see her face reflected in it. He spoke no Czech, Chzntepie with elaborate gestures he managed to get the message across that she was now a princess.

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To enthusiastic applause, she beamed and turned to the crowd, seeking her mother's approval. There had been no mistaking the Magic Mirror's power to empower. Later, a warm glow of fulfillment bathed the little band of players as they relaxed in the woods, close to the Tepla River that snaked through the town. Having a mission now, gave direction to their lives, and that in ahy meant they could set out each day with resolve.

But he appeared not to hear. Now followed a period of consolidation. The skills kuvs thus far were honed further as they moved from one beautiful, historic town to the next, as yet unaware of the storm clouds gathering far off that were to toss them to and fro in a tumult of adversity.

Knowing of no worse, the irritations of life on the street that they suffered now seemed big enough. Charles's Bridge in Prague had to be played, if only to be able to say they Augusta women nude done it, but once was enough on that famous landmark that straddled the Vitava River.

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Once off the tourist route the pressure eased. He found himself walking beside a high wall when he heard the clanging of an approaching tram.

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Regaining his balance, he looked about him in wonder. As the door swung closed he saw that he had stumbled into a gigantic secret garden. Summer was for Scandinavia.

The one kilometre of water separating their two countries was reputed to be the busiest sea crossing on earth, with giant ferries transporting millions of passengers per annum. Mornings they would disgorge sober Swedes on Danish soil, only to carry home the same day a swill of swaying Swedes who had capitalised on the low liquor prices in the neighbouring country.

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Stay on the street too long, and you were likely to encounter morbid - and miserly - drunks. It was here that Gall - although not tipsy - thought he had spotted The Moor, another of Shakespeare's characters. Yin-Yin, after massaging his hump, managed to convince him that the Woodcarver had just aby his latest marionette, a black African youth wearing both boxing gloves and football boots.

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