Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
The door closed behind us and the hut rose again and began to move.
“Whoa! Where are we going?” I put out my hands to balance myself. The hut was rocking like a boat on the sea—it was very disorientating.
“Probably to wherever Baba Yaga is,” Rath remarked. “Hopefully it won’t take long to get there. Here—do you want to sit down?”
He pointed at a large, overstuffed couch at one end of the cabin. It was built for someone his size, I noted—the leather cushions would probably swallow me up if I sat on it.
I sat down anyway—the swaying motion was making me feel seasick. I struggled out of my heavy winter coat because I suddenly felt overheated. Then, closing my eyes I took some deep breaths to keep from getting nauseous. I was glad I hadn’t eaten much for breakfast—which seemed like a long time ago.
Luckily, the trip didn’t take long. Almost before I knew it, the hut stopped moving and then seemed to settle itself in place.
“It’s okay—I think it’s nesting for the night,” I heard Rath say.
I opened my eyes.
“Nesting for the night? But it’s barely past lunch time.”
“Time moves differently in Baba Yaga’s realm,” Rath explained. “Look out the windows—it’s getting dark.”
I looked and saw that he was right—the window closest to me showed a winter forest wrapped in the soft gloom of twilight. So apparently we really were spending the night here.
I had a sudden worried thought.
“Hey—this isn’t one of those sci-fi scenarios where a day over here is like a year in the real world, is it?” I asked Rath. I was thinking of Sebastian and how upset he would be if I left him alone for so long.
“Nah—nothing that extreme.” He shook his head and then looked down at himself. “Hey—I’m going to clean up some—I’m a fucking mess. And after that, maybe we can look and see what there is to eat.”
“I packed some crackers and cheese,” I offered. Now that the house had stopped swaying, I no longer felt sick to my stomach. In fact, I was beginning to be quite hungry.
“I packed a few things too,” Rath said. “But check the pantry and the cupboards—we should use anything that Baba Yaga has left for us, so it doesn’t seem like we’re disrespecting her hospitality.”
“Oh—okay, I will.” I nodded, hoping that she hadn’t left us anything gross like a can of spiders or a bunch of wriggling worms. What did all-powerful witches eat…or expect their guests to eat? I guessed I would find out. It would also give me a chance to explore a little.
As Rath disappeared into the bathroom, I got off the couch with some difficulty—the leather cushions really were deep—and went exploring.
You might expect the inside of a chicken-legged hut owned by an ancient, super-powerful witch to be rustic and rough around the edges. But actually, it looked like any cabin you might rent on Airbnb.
There was wood paneling, but it was tastefully done and it didn’t look cheap. The main living area consisted of the big couch and across from it was a large stone fireplace with logs already stacked in the grate.
Leaving the room, I opened a door which led into a bedroom with a large, four-poster bed. The bed had an elaborately carved headboard and a thick mattress covered in what looked like a handmade quilt. Hmm, so maybe Baba Yaga was crafty, like my Grandma had been, I speculated. There were plenty of pillows, too.
I left the bedroom and found my way to the kitchen, which had a table in one corner just big enough for two. All the appliances were extremely modern and up to date—no wood burning stove in here. Instead there was a flat-topped stove with a convection oven. Nice.
Looking in the cabinets, I saw a lot of different spices, but no canned spiders or any other creepy-crawlies, thank goodness. There was a can of baked beans. I stared at it doubtfully—did we have to incorporate that into our evening meal? Because I wasn’t really fond of baked beans. Maybe Rath liked them.
I put the can on the counter just in case and then went to look in the state-of-the-art, stainless-steel refrigerator. Inside I found the thickest steak I had ever seen. Seriously—it was enormous and it looked really juicy. There were fresh herbs and stuff for a salad too—but no salad dressing. Also some butter, which would probably come in handy.
Looking in the pantry revealed some large potatoes and a few other fixings, including oil and vinegar and some garlic bulbs. Okay—now I knew what I was going to make.
I got started with the potatoes—I washed them and poked them and then rubbed them with oil and sprinkled them with salt. I put them in the oven to bake, even though there was a microwave handy. Baked potatoes just taste better when they’re baked in the oven—it makes their skin nice and crispy.