The Society Of Harpsichord Builders - Part Two

     Next, a huge tidal wave pulled him under as his bedcovers swam over his head.  He battled his way out.
     "I'm out of control, teacher!"  said Somy when he remembered this in school.  She soothed him with a pat on the head.  His canoe got back in control as the waves calmed, he said.  He did his sums and paid attention for the rest of the day.  Later that night, he got back into the dream.  He was sick.  His dreams came true, and he had to call Mum.
     "All that water going down my throat in the dream did it," he said.  He wiped his face dry on a towel and went back to bed.  "Mummy, Daddy, tuck me in," he cried.  They did and he went back to sleep.  And back to the dream.   He and his canoe washed up on the beach in Scotland, on the Isle of Skye.   He was happy and so sang in his head the word "Hallelujah" and was pleasantly surprised to hear that he was joined in the background to his solo by a Heavenly choir singing the Hallelujah Chorus.  With difficulty, he climbed up to the top of the cliff where he went to visit the Baron.
     Rat-a-tat-tat.  He knocked on the door with great ease.
     The Baron was a little surprised to see a small boy on his doorstep.  Somy was even more surprised.
     "You're not my ancestor," said Somy gruffly until he recovered his cool and said, "Who are you?"
     "I'm Lord Macdonald and I live here now," said the Baron.
     "Hello Lord Macdonald, I'm a Macdonald too.  May I come in, please," said Somerled politely.
     The Baron explained that that night he would be having an 'at home' for his family and friends and that there was work to do to get ready, but if he would like to come to that, he would tell Somy about his ancestors later, since that was what Somy said he wanted to learn about.  Somy's Grandfather and Grandmother came to the door and helped Somy wash a big stack of dishes in the kitchen and do other chores around the place.  They scrubbed the floors, oceans of them.  Somy had to stand on a chair to wash the dishes as he was not tall enough to reach the sink, you know.  The Baron cleaned the silverware, of course, with Hungarian Gypsy music playing in the background.  (I believe in equality, so I liked the idea of the Baron doing the silverware.  The Baron is a nice person and would do it anyway as he doesn't like leaving all the work to everyone else, he says.)  They worked all day and when night came they were bustling along still.  Everyone was taken off guard when the first guest arrived at the door.  They politely answered and the guests politely came in.

TO BE CONTINUED