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Truth to tell I was relieved when I got out of sight of the house, because I felt it was staring after me; yet I know perfectly well that nothing is more ridiculous than being afraid of the dark in clear weather one early morning a month before the solstice. I was hoping that pastor Jón Prímus would be in his shed repairing broken-pointed knives and worn-out sewing machines from the nineteenth century.
When I reached the gravel patch behind the lava hillock in the homefield I caught sight of the Imperial, which, for its part, had rematerialised. The car had been neatly parked, and some women's things lay on the backseat. The parish pastor's repair shed, on the other hand, was fastened with a padlock.