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1. Jakob<\/span><\/h2>\n

V\u00ed\u00f3lan hefur vitund. H\u00fan skynjar \u00fea\u00f0 sem b\u00fdr \u00ed dj\u00fapinu og h\u00fan ney\u00f0ir \u00fea\u00f0 til a\u00f0 brj\u00f3tast fram. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 b\u00fdr yfir hundra\u00f0 h\u00e6ttum. \u00dear b\u00fdr skelfingin, \u00fear b\u00fdr ofsinn, \u00fear b\u00fdr l\u00edka \u00e1stin og fegur\u00f0in. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 er \u00f3gnv\u00e6nlegt. \u00c9g skelfist \u00fea\u00f0. \u00c9g skelfist \u00fea\u00f0 vegna \u00feess a\u00f0 \u00e9g r\u00e6\u00f0 ekki vi\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0. \u00c9g n\u00e6 ekki fram \u00fev\u00ed sem best \u00e1 vi\u00f0 hverju sinni, \u00e9g get heldur ekki haldi\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed \u00ed skefjum \u00feegar v\u00ed\u00f3lan \u00e1kve\u00f0ur anna\u00f0. \u00c9g \u00f3ttast dj\u00fapi\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed \u00e9g r\u00e6\u00f0 ekki vi\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0; \u00e9g hata v\u00ed\u00f3luna, \u00fev\u00ed h\u00fan kn\u00fdr \u00fea\u00f0 fram.<\/p>\n

Sumir segja a\u00f0 \u00e9g s\u00e9 upprennandi snillingur en \u00fea\u00f0 er \u00fev\u00e6la. \u00c9g spila ekki \u00e1 v\u00ed\u00f3luna af \u00fev\u00ed \u00e9g s\u00e9 a\u00f0 stefna h\u00e1tt e\u00f0a af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 m\u00e9r \u00feyki \u00fea\u00f0 skemmtilegt. \u00c9g spila vegna \u00feess a\u00f0 \u00e9g kemst ekki hj\u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed. S\u00ed\u00f0an \u00e9g var l\u00edtill drengur hef \u00e9g hata\u00f0 v\u00ed\u00f3luandskotann \u00ed fullkominni einl\u00e6gni og \u00fe\u00f3 get \u00e9g ekki \u00e1n hennar veri\u00f0. Me\u00f0an \u00f6nnur b\u00f6rn l\u00e9ku s\u00ed\u00f0astaleik \u00ed g\u00f6tunni heima, sat \u00e9g inni og sl\u00f3st vi\u00f0 v\u00ed\u00f3luna, reyndi a\u00f0 yfirbuga hana, beygja hana undir vilja minn en h\u00fan var alltaf sterkari en \u00e9g. F\u00f3stra m\u00edn var v\u00f6n a\u00f0 segja a\u00f0 \u00e9g v\u00e6ri of \u00e1n\u00e6g\u00f0ur me\u00f0 sj\u00e1lfan mig til a\u00f0 nenna a\u00f0 umgangast \u00f6nnur b\u00f6rn en \u00ed rauninni langa\u00f0i mig \u00fat. Langa\u00f0i a\u00f0 hlaupa og klukka og sparka bolta, gera allt \u00feetta sem venjuleg b\u00f6rn gera, vera venjulegt barn.<\/p>\n

En \u00e9g komst ekki \u00fat. F\u00e9kk aldrei t\u00edma til a\u00f0 komast inn \u00ed h\u00f3pinn. M\u00e9r fannst \u00e9g kn\u00fainn af einhverju \u00f3gurlegu afli til a\u00f0 halda \u00e1fram, klukkustund eftir klukkustund, dag eftir dag. \u00c9g var kalla\u00f0ur „snillingur“ af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 v\u00ed\u00f3lan gaf fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r hlj\u00f3\u00f0 sem \u00f6\u00f0rum t\u00f3kst ekki a\u00f0 n\u00e1 \u00far henni og af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 f\u00f3lk h\u00e9lt a\u00f0 \u00e9g hef\u00f0i ekki \u00e1huga \u00e1 neinu \u00f6\u00f0ru. En markmi\u00f0 mitt var \u00fe\u00e1 og er enn og ver\u00f0ur alltaf, a\u00f0eins \u00fea\u00f0 a\u00f0 f\u00e1 v\u00ed\u00f3luna til a\u00f0 gegna m\u00e9r. F\u00e1 hana til a\u00f0 spila \u00fea\u00f0 sem hugur minn \u00e1kve\u00f0ur, yfirst\u00edga \u00feetta ofurr\u00edki dj\u00fapsins. H\u00fan vildi ekki l\u00e1ta a\u00f0 vilja m\u00ednum og \u00e9g hata\u00f0i hana fyrir \u00fea\u00f0. Stundum \u00fer\u00e1\u00f0i \u00e9g a\u00f0 r\u00e1\u00f0ast \u00e1 hana me\u00f0 offorsi, brj\u00f3ta hana \u00ed sm\u00e1fl\u00edsar og kveikja svo \u00ed henni. Samt gr\u00e9t \u00e9g \u00feegar h\u00fan var tekin fr\u00e1 m\u00e9r og m\u00e9r skipa\u00f0 \u00ed sk\u00f3lann e\u00f0a \u00ed r\u00fami\u00f0. Hvert l\u00edfs m\u00edns andartak hefur veri\u00f0 \u00ferungi\u00f0 af \u00feessari togstreitu, \u00e9g hef \u00fer\u00e1\u00f0 hana og hata\u00f0 hana \u00ed senn og \u00e9g veit a\u00f0 \u00e9g mun engan fri\u00f0 \u00f6\u00f0last fyrr en \u00e9g hef n\u00e1\u00f0 t\u00f6kum \u00e1 henni, beygt hana undir vilja minn.<\/p>\n

2. Draumur<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00f3lin sk\u00edn. Grasi\u00f0 gr\u00e6nt og fuglarnir syngja. Himininn bl\u00e1r og hl\u00fd gola og gulir f\u00edflar og kisa a\u00f0 ganga h\u00e6gt eftir st\u00edgnum heim a\u00f0 h\u00fasinu. \u00cd grasinu liggur h\u00f6fu\u00f0 ungbarnsins.<\/p>\n

Rautt.<\/p>\n

Litli drengurinn tekur sveig fram hj\u00e1 h\u00f6f\u00f0i barnsins og hleypur til konunnar sem situr \u00e1 ver\u00f6ndinni, h\u00fan er \u00f3l\u00e9tt og kl\u00e6dd st\u00f3rri, v\u00ed\u00f0ri mussu. Og h\u00fan teygir hendur s\u00ednar \u00ed \u00e1tt til litla drengsins. Neglur hennar taka a\u00f0 spretta fram og \u00fe\u00e6r ver\u00f0a lengri og lengri, sj\u00e1\u00f6ldur hennar \u00feenjast \u00fat og ver\u00f0a hv\u00edt, h\u00e1r hennar tekur a\u00f0 vaxa og vaxa, fl\u00e6\u00f0ir ni\u00f0ur her\u00f0ar hennar, lj\u00f3st me\u00f0 gr\u00e6nni slikju. Neglur hennar n\u00e1lgast litla drenginn, meir og meir og rau\u00f0ur munnur hennar hl\u00e6r, l\u00e1gt og \u00f3gnandi; „s\u00e1stu h\u00f6fu\u00f0 systur \u00feinnar \u00ed grasinu?“<\/p>\n

Og neglur hennar snerta h\u00e1ls litla drengsins og augu hennar -hv\u00edt. H\u00e1r hennar vex \u00e1fram og \u00e9g s\u00e9 h\u00f6fu\u00f0 hans hverfa undir allt \u00feetta h\u00e1r og s\u00e9 mussuna, flakandi fr\u00e1 brj\u00f3sti hennar. Og \u00fe\u00e1 veit \u00e9g a\u00f0 \u00feetta er mamma og a\u00f0 litli drengurinn er \u00e9g.<\/p>\n

Skelfingin n\u00edstir inn a\u00f0 beini. \u00c9g hr\u00f3pa \u00ed angist minni „slepptu m\u00e9r!“ Samt finn \u00e9g neglur hennar r\u00edfa h\u00e1ls minn og h\u00e1ri\u00f0 er svo \u00feykkt a\u00f0 \u00e9g get ekki anda\u00f0. S\u00e9 \u00fea\u00f0 \u00feykkt og korngult hylja andlit mitt.<\/p>\n

S\u00e1rt.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g reyni a\u00f0 horfa ni\u00f0ur. Hendur m\u00f6mmu eru \u00f3gnarst\u00f3rar. \u00c9g horfi ni\u00f0ur, horfi \u00e1 nakin brj\u00f3st hennar, neglur hennar l\u00e6sast \u00e6 fastar \u00ed h\u00e1ls minn og \u00e9g finn a\u00f0 h\u00fan er a\u00f0 sl\u00edta h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0 af m\u00e9r. Finn naki\u00f0 brj\u00f3st hennar snerta andlit mitt<\/p>\n

-og \u00e9g b\u00edt.<\/p>\n

Undarlegt er \u00fea\u00f0 a\u00f0 vakna af martr\u00f6\u00f0. \u00de\u00e1 er manni kalt, svo kalt a\u00f0 jafnvel beinin vir\u00f0ast frosin. Og ma\u00f0ur er l\u00edka m\u00e1ttlaus, getur varla risi\u00f0 upp og koddaveri\u00f0 vott af k\u00f6ldum svita.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g segi vi\u00f0 sj\u00e1lfan mig; „bara draumur Jakob, bara draumur“ og reyni a\u00f0 halda aftur af h\u00f6nd minni sem \u00f3sj\u00e1lfr\u00e1tt teygir sig eftir v\u00ed\u00f3lunni. Segi aftur, „bara draumur“ en veit a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 er lygi. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 veit a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 er lygi, \u00fea\u00f0 er enginn draumur heldur skelfingin sj\u00e1lf og v\u00ed\u00f3lan kn\u00fdr hana fram.<\/p>\n

3. H\u00e1skinn<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

„\u00de\u00fa ert l\u00edtilmenni“ segir Erla. Jakob svarar ekki. H\u00fan heldur \u00e1fram: „\u00dea\u00f0 er virkilega l\u00edtilm\u00f3tlegt a\u00f0 sn\u00faa s\u00e9r fr\u00e1 konu um lei\u00f0 og \u00fev\u00ed er loki\u00f0 og \u00fea\u00f0 til \u00feess a\u00f0 fara a\u00f0 dj\u00f6flast \u00e1 \u00feessum fi\u00f0lufjanda. Og me\u00f0 sl\u00edkum \u00f3hlj\u00f3\u00f0um \u00ed \u00feokkab\u00f3t. Ef \u00fea\u00f0 v\u00e6ri n\u00fa eitthva\u00f0 fallegt, eitthva\u00f0 r\u00f3mant\u00edskt… \u00ed alv\u00f6ru tala\u00f0 Jakob, \u00feetta hlj\u00f3mar eins og \u00fe\u00fa s\u00e9rt a\u00f0 murka l\u00edfi\u00f0 \u00far einhverju kvikindi.“<\/p>\n

„Erla \u00feegi\u00f0u, ger\u00f0u \u00fea\u00f0 \u00feegi\u00f0u, \u00fe\u00fa veist a\u00f0 \u00e9g r\u00e6\u00f0 ekki vi\u00f0 \u00feetta“ segir Jakob.<\/p>\n

Erla r\u00eds upp, rei\u00f0. „\u00de\u00fa elskar \u00feennan fi\u00f0luandskota en ekki mig. \u00de\u00fa sleppir henni ekki einu sinni r\u00e9tt \u00e1 me\u00f0an vi\u00f0 elskumst. Tekur\u00f0u hana l\u00edka me\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e9r \u00ed ba\u00f0?“<\/p>\n

Jakob hefur lagt hlj\u00f3\u00f0f\u00e6ri\u00f0 fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r. Hann stendur vi\u00f0 gluggann, getur ekki fengi\u00f0 sig til a\u00f0 horfa beint framan \u00ed Erlu. „Nei, ekki \u00ed ba\u00f0. H\u00fan \u00feolir ekki raka.“<\/p>\n

Erla fer fram \u00far r\u00faminu. „\u00deetta er bilun! \u00cd alv\u00f6ru Jakob, \u00e9g held \u00fe\u00fa s\u00e9rt \u00e1stfanginn af helv\u00edtis fi\u00f0lunni. \u00deetta getur ekki gengi\u00f0 svona. \u00deetta er ekki anna\u00f0 en dau\u00f0ur hlutur Jakob, \u00fe\u00fa m\u00e1tt ekki f\u00f3rna \u00f6llu fyrir hana.“ Jakob finnur rei\u00f0ina blossa upp innra me\u00f0 s\u00e9r. Hann langar a\u00f0 spila en l\u00e6tur \u00fea\u00f0 ekki eftir s\u00e9r. Hann svarar;<\/p>\n

„\u00deetta er v\u00ed\u00f3la en ekki fi\u00f0la, h\u00fan er lifandi og \u00e9g hef einkar\u00e9tt \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 tala illa um hana.“ Erla d\u00e6sir: „Jakob. \u00de\u00fa \u00e6ttir kannski a\u00f0 leita til s\u00e1lfr\u00e6\u00f0ings. \u00deetta er ekki venjuleg \u00fer\u00e1hyggja, heldur eitthva\u00f0 verra. \u00dea\u00f0 er ekki e\u00f0lilegt a\u00f0 vera \u00e1stfanginn af dau\u00f0um hlut.“<\/p>\n

Hann \u00e1kve\u00f0ur a\u00f0 gera eina tilraun enn til a\u00f0 \u00fatsk\u00fdra samband sitt vi\u00f0 v\u00ed\u00f3luna fyrir Erlu.<\/p>\n

„\u00c9g er ekki \u00e1stfanginn af henni Erla. \u00c9g vildi a\u00f0 \u00e9g g\u00e6ti or\u00f0i\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0. Mig langar til a\u00f0 s\u00e6ttast vi\u00f0 hana en h\u00fan vill ekki \u00fea\u00f0 sama og \u00e9g og h\u00fan er sterkari. \u00deetta er ekki \u00e1st, heldur ofbeldi. Hlusta\u00f0u bara!“ Hann breg\u00f0ur boganum \u00e1 stenginn.<\/p>\n

Str\u00ed\u00f0ir t\u00f3nar.<\/p>\n

H\u00e1ir. h\u00e6rri!<\/p>\n

L\u00e1gir. h\u00e6rri<\/p>\n

Sn\u00f6ggir-trylltir-stuttir-l a n g i r, h\u00e6rri<\/p>\n

Erla hr\u00f3par \u00e1 hann og bi\u00f0ur hann a\u00f0 h\u00e6tta. Hann leggur v\u00ed\u00f3luna aftur fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r og horfir \u00e1 hana t\u00edna \u00e1 sig spjarirnar. Fur\u00f0ulega \u00f3kvenlegar fl\u00edkur, s\u00e9rhanna\u00f0ar fyrir kvenf\u00f3lk, hugsar hann og horfir \u00e1 hana toga n\u00e6lonsokkabuxurnar upp um sig.<\/p>\n

Hann \u00feegir lengi en a\u00f0 lokum segir hann:<\/p>\n

„Erla. \u00c9g veit ekki af hverju \u00e9g er svona en \u00e9g ver\u00f0 a\u00f0 spila. \u00c9g ver\u00f0 a\u00f0 gera \u00fea\u00f0 Erla m\u00edn, vegna \u00feess a\u00f0 mig langar svo \u00f3stj\u00f3rnlega til a\u00f0 sl\u00e1 \u00feig.“<\/p>\n

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4. Jakob<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Sumir segja a\u00f0 \u00e9g hati kvenf\u00f3lk en \u00fea\u00f0 er ekki r\u00e9tt. \u00c9g kann venjulega fremur vel vi\u00f0 konur. Hins vegar k\u00e6ri \u00e9g mig ekki um a\u00f0 bindast \u00feeim, \u00e9g vil vera frj\u00e1ls. M\u00e9r finnst gott a\u00f0 vakna einn. \u00c9g vil gjarnan byrja daginn \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00feegja. Vil ekki hafa hj\u00e1 m\u00e9r einhverja konu sem krefst \u00feess a\u00f0 \u00e9g tali vi\u00f0 sig, vil f\u00e1 a\u00f0 sl\u00e1st vi\u00f0 v\u00ed\u00f3luna m\u00edna \u00ed fri\u00f0i.<\/p>\n

Hins vegar hef \u00e9g gaman af konum. M\u00e9r \u00feykja \u00fe\u00e6r fallegar. Reyndar get \u00e9g or\u00f0i\u00f0 alveg \u00f3skaplega hrifinn af \u00feeim, svona \u00ed einhvern t\u00edma. \u00c9g r\u00e6\u00f0 vi\u00f0 konur. \u00c9g get leiki\u00f0 m\u00e9r a\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 sei\u00f0a \u00fe\u00e6r til m\u00edn a\u00f0eins me\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 horfa \u00e1 \u00fe\u00e6r. Og stundum geri \u00e9g \u00fea\u00f0. M\u00e9r finnst gaman a\u00f0 finna hva\u00f0 \u00e9g r\u00e6\u00f0 vel vi\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e6r, \u00feess vegna leik \u00e9g m\u00e9r a\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 l\u00e1ta \u00fe\u00e6r koma sj\u00e1lfar. \u00de\u00f3 er \u00e9g ekki miskunnarlaus, \u00e9g myndi aldrei leika m\u00e9r a\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 kvelja konu, nei, sl\u00edkt legg \u00e9g mig ekki ni\u00f0ur vi\u00f0. \u00c9g hef \u00fea\u00f0 fyrir vana a\u00f0 l\u00e1ta konu algerlega eiga sig ef h\u00fan horfir \u00e1 mig st\u00f3rum hundslegum augum, eins og sumum \u00feeirra h\u00e6ttir svo til. En j\u00e1, \u00e9g vi\u00f0urkenni \u00fea\u00f0 -\u00e9g leik m\u00e9r \u00e1 \u00f6ruggum sv\u00e6\u00f0um. \u00c9g hef aldrei bori\u00f0 mig eftir konu a\u00f0 fyrra brag\u00f0i og \u00fe\u00f3 er \u00fea\u00f0 alltaf \u00e9g sem vel \u00fe\u00e6r.<\/p>\n

J\u00e1, \u00e9g hef gaman af konum en \u00fe\u00e6r n\u00e6gja m\u00e9r ekki. Konur eru alltof au\u00f0veldar vi\u00f0fangs fyrir minn smekk. \u00dea\u00f0 krefst svo l\u00edtillar hugvitssemi a\u00f0 heilla \u00fe\u00e6r og \u00fea\u00f0 er svo einfalt m\u00e1l a\u00f0 losna vi\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e6r aftur.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g er feginn a\u00f0 \u00e9g \u00e1 ekki konu. \u00de\u00f3 er \u00e9g enn\u00fe\u00e1 fegnari a\u00f0 eiga ekki b\u00f6rn. \u00c9g held a\u00f0 \u00e9g g\u00e6ti ekki veri\u00f0 g\u00f3\u00f0ur vi\u00f0 krakka. Ekki svona til lengdar. Satt a\u00f0 segja lei\u00f0ast m\u00e9r b\u00f6rn. Auk \u00feess veit \u00e9g ekkert v\u00e6mnara en kvenmann kvakandi yfir krakka, nema ef vera skyldi karlma\u00f0ur hjalandi vi\u00f0 barn, \u00fea\u00f0 er f\u00e1tt sem sl\u00e6r \u00fev\u00ed \u00fat. Nei, kona og krakki, \u00fea\u00f0 er sko \u00e1rei\u00f0anlega ekkert fyrir minn smekk.<\/p>\n

Samt hef \u00e9g einu sinni haldi\u00f0 \u00e1 svona barni …<\/p>\n

5. H\u00e1skinn<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Fyrst allt er eins og \u00fea\u00f0 \u00e1 a\u00f0 vera, hl\u00fdtur hann a\u00f0 heims\u00e6kja Erlu og Brynjar. Skr\u00fdti\u00f0 a\u00f0 hugsa s\u00e9r \u00feau saman. Og barni\u00f0. Litla st\u00falkan sofandi \u00ed v\u00f6ggunni, svo \u00f3tr\u00falega l\u00edtil og svol\u00edti\u00f0 rau\u00f0 \u00ed framan. Stelpan grenjar og Erla flettir fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r fyrir framan hann til a\u00f0 gefa henni brj\u00f3st. Jakob fer hj\u00e1 s\u00e9r, enda \u00fe\u00f3tt hann hafi s\u00e9\u00f0 \u00feessi brj\u00f3st hundra\u00f0 sinnum \u00e1\u00f0ur, e\u00f0a var \u00fea\u00f0 sj\u00f6 sinnum? Hann man ekki hvort. \u00deegar dyrabjallan hringir, setur Erla barni\u00f0 \u00ed fang hans og fer fram til a\u00f0 opna. Og skelfingin gr\u00edpur Jakob. Hann hefur aldrei \u00e1\u00f0ur haldi\u00f0 \u00e1 svona kr\u00edli. Ekki s\u00ed\u00f0an…<\/p>\n

Hann finnur barni\u00f0 bifast \u00ed fangi s\u00e9r, situr stjarfur og \u00feorir ekki a\u00f0 hreyfa sig, getur ekki hreyft sig. Erla og systir hennar standa fyrir framan hann og hl\u00e6ja. \u00de\u00e6r standa \u00fearna og hl\u00e6ja a\u00f0 honum, hl\u00e6ja a\u00f0 skelfingu hans, vanm\u00e6tti hans. Hann langar til a\u00f0 leggja barni\u00f0 fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r en er sem frosinn.<\/p>\n

Og allt \u00ed einu er Brynjar kominn. Hann tekur barni\u00f0 af honum og leggur \u00fea\u00f0 \u00ed v\u00f6gguna og enda \u00fe\u00f3tt Jakob s\u00e9 dau\u00f0feginn a\u00f0 losna vi\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 gremst honum \u00fev\u00ed hann veit a\u00f0 \u00feau hafa \u00f6ll s\u00e9\u00f0 \u00f6ryggisleysi hans og vanm\u00e1tt gagnvart \u00feessu krakkakvikindi. Brynjar er \u00e6varei\u00f0ur. Hann tekur um axlir Erlu og hristir hana, r\u00f6dd hans eins og hann viti ekki hvort hann eigi fremur a\u00f0 \u00f6skra e\u00f0a gr\u00e1ta; „Hva\u00f0 ertu eiginlega a\u00f0 reyna a\u00f0 gera manneskja, hefur\u00f0u enga s\u00e1l?“ Og hann \u00fdtir Erlu \u00fat \u00far stofunni, systir hennar er \u00feegar farin, og lokar.<\/p>\n

Jakob segir; „slappa\u00f0u af ma\u00f0ur, vo\u00f0aleg l\u00e6ti eru \u00ed \u00fe\u00e9r“ en Brynjar hv\u00e6sir; „Skyldi fyrirfinnast \u00ed heiminum miskunnarlausara kvikindi en konan?“ Jakob vill ekki hugsa um a\u00f0 sama og Brynjar. Hef\u00f0i aldrei \u00e1tt a\u00f0 segja Erlu fr\u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed. H\u00fan hefur au\u00f0vita\u00f0 bla\u00f0ra\u00f0 \u00ed Brynjar, \u00fea\u00f0 er auglj\u00f3st. Hann svarar; „nei, sl\u00edkt kvikindi er ekki til en \u00fea\u00f0 er \u00f3\u00fearfi a\u00f0 vera a\u00f0 \u00e6sa sig yfir \u00fev\u00ed. \u00de\u00fa gerir alltaf \u00falfalda \u00far m\u00fdflugu Brynjar.“<\/p>\n

Brynjar tekur litlu st\u00falkuna upp \u00far v\u00f6ggunni og sest hj\u00e1 honum. „\u00deetta er normalt. \u00c9g var sj\u00e1lfur d\u00e1l\u00edti\u00f0 hr\u00e6ddur vi\u00f0 hana fyrst.“ Jakob langar a\u00f0 \u00e6la. Hann g\u00fdtur augunum \u00e1 kr\u00f3gann sem sn\u00f6ggvast en langar ekki a\u00f0 horfa \u00e1 hann, vill komast \u00fat.<\/p>\n

„Sj\u00e1\u00f0u \u00feessar litlu hendur. H\u00fan hefur hendurnar \u00fe\u00ednar“ segir Brynjar. \u00dea\u00f0 kemur \u00f3\u00fe\u00e6gilega vi\u00f0 Jakob.<\/p>\n

„Heilsa\u00f0u Jakob, hann lag\u00f0i til eina frumu \u00ed \u00feig“ segir Brynjar vi\u00f0 stelpuna og r\u00e9ttir \u00f6rsm\u00e1a h\u00f6nd hennar til Jakobs. Jakob r\u00e9ttir henni einn fingur og h\u00fan gr\u00edpur um hann, \u00f3tr\u00falegt hva\u00f0 svona l\u00edti\u00f0 kr\u00edli getur gripi\u00f0 fast.<\/p>\n

„Viltu halda \u00e1 henni?“ spyr Brynjar. Og Jakob finnur eitthva\u00f0 \u00f3tr\u00falega mj\u00fakt og hl\u00fdtt ry\u00f0jast fram \u00far dj\u00fapinu.<\/p>\n

Hann losar fingurinn \u00far greip barnsins og fl\u00fdtir s\u00e9r burt.<\/p>\n

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6. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Drengurinn hefur heyrt \u00e1 tal m\u00f3\u00f0ursystra sinna. \u00de\u00e6r eru a\u00f0 skreyta tertur \u00ed eldh\u00fasinu og vita ekki a\u00f0 hann situr himumegin vi\u00f0 \u00feili\u00f0. Samt tala \u00fe\u00e6r l\u00e1gt. S\u00ed\u00f0ustu tvo daga hafa allir tala\u00f0 l\u00e1gt. Heyrir skr\u00fdtin or\u00f0. „Tauga\u00e1fall“ og „harmleikur“. Jakob veit ekki alveg hva\u00f0 \u00feessi or\u00f0 merkja en hann veit a\u00f0 \u00feau tengjast \u00fev\u00ed. Barninu. Litla barninu \u00ed hv\u00edta kassanum. Og l\u00edka \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 mamma f\u00f3r \u00e1 sp\u00edtalann.<\/p>\n

Haf\u00f0i ekki \u00e6tla\u00f0 a\u00f0 missa barni\u00f0. \u00dea\u00f0 var h\u00e1lt. Smaug sj\u00e1lft \u00far \u00f6rmum hans. \u00c6tla\u00f0i ekki a\u00f0 gera neitt illt. \u00c6tla\u00f0i bara a\u00f0 hugga litla barni\u00f0 sem gr\u00e9t \u00ed vagninum.<\/p>\n

Svo er mamma komin. \u00c6pir. Og hann finnur hendur hennar \u00e1 h\u00e1lsinum. Langar neglurnar strj\u00fakast vi\u00f0 hnakkann. Augu hennar svo st\u00f3r, sj\u00e1\u00f6ldrin \u00feanin. Hr\u00f3p hennar sm\u00fdgur \u00ed gegnum hann;<\/p>\n

„h\u00f6fu\u00f0 systur \u00feinnar!“<\/p>\n

Neglur m\u00f6mmu langar og hvassar, \u00fafi\u00f0 h\u00e1r hennar snertir andlit hans. L\u00edtur ni\u00f0ur, bl\u00fassan fr\u00e1hneppt. S\u00e9r brj\u00f3st hennar. Hendur hennar \u00e1 hnakka hans. Alveg a\u00f0 kafna. Brj\u00f3st hennar…<\/p>\n

-reynir a\u00f0 b\u00edta.<\/p>\n

Jakob hlustar ekki lengur \u00e1 fr\u00e6nkur s\u00ednar. Veit a\u00f0 eitthva\u00f0 hr\u00e6\u00f0ilegt er a\u00f0 gerast innra me\u00f0 honum. Hann finnur dj\u00fap sitt vakna, vill gera eitthva\u00f0. \u00d6skra! Berja! Skemma! Strax!.<\/p>\n

Hann fer inn \u00ed stofuna. V\u00ed\u00f3lan liggur \u00e1 bor\u00f0inu. H\u00f6nd hans tekur v\u00ed\u00f3luna. Hann gerir \u00fea\u00f0 ekki sj\u00e1lfur, \u00fea\u00f0 er dj\u00fapi\u00f0 sem gerir \u00fea\u00f0. H\u00f6nd hans hefur v\u00ed\u00f3luna \u00e1 loft en \u00e1\u00f0ur en h\u00fan hittir bor\u00f0i\u00f0 kemur \u00f6nnur h\u00f6nd og gr\u00edpur. H\u00f6nd pabba. Pabbi tekur v\u00ed\u00f3luna af honum. Hann horfir \u00e1 h\u00f6ndina, b\u00ed\u00f0ur \u00feess a\u00f0 sj\u00e1 hana koma flj\u00fagandi \u00e1 m\u00f3ti s\u00e9r, vi\u00f0b\u00fainn h\u00f6ggi.<\/p>\n

En h\u00f6ndin stoppar. R\u00f6dd pabba er ekki rei\u00f0 og \u00e6st. H\u00fan er l\u00e1g og r\u00f3leg. St\u00f3rar hendur hans og sterkar draga hann til s\u00edn, armar hans umlykja hann. „\u00de\u00fa m\u00e1tt aldrei snerta v\u00ed\u00f3luna m\u00edna \u00e1n \u00feess a\u00f0 f\u00e1 leyfi fyrst Jakob, aldrei!“ R\u00f6dd hans er \u00e1kve\u00f0in en hl\u00fd. Jakob hallar s\u00e9r a\u00f0 brj\u00f3sti hans. „Mig langar svo miki\u00f0 a\u00f0 skemma hana. H\u00fan er lj\u00f3t“ segir hann og gr\u00e6tur. Svo situr hann \u00ed fangi f\u00f6\u00f0ur s\u00edns. Pabbi heldur \u00e1 v\u00ed\u00f3lunni Jakob \u00e1 boganum. Pabbi segir: „Jakob. Mamma kemur ekki heim af sp\u00edtalanum. Alla vega ekki n\u00e6rri strax. H\u00fan t\u00fdndist Jakob. H\u00fan s\u00f6kk ni\u00f0ur \u00ed dj\u00fapi\u00f0 \u00ed s\u00e9r og n\u00fa ratar h\u00fan ekki \u00fat \u00far \u00fev\u00ed aftur. N\u00fa getur h\u00fan bara veri\u00f0 rei\u00f0 e\u00f0a hr\u00e6dd e\u00f0a alltof k\u00e1t, en ekki bara venjuleg eins og f\u00f3lk \u00e1 a\u00f0 vera. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 er h\u00e6ttulegt Jakob. \u00dea\u00f0 gerir f\u00f3lk veikt ef \u00fea\u00f0 f\u00e6r a\u00f0 r\u00e1\u00f0a of miklu. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 l\u00e6tur mann hl\u00e6ja og gr\u00e1ta \u00ed sta\u00f0 \u00feess a\u00f0 breg\u00f0ast vi\u00f0 af skynsemi. Skilur\u00f0u hva\u00f0 \u00e9g \u00e1 vi\u00f0?“<\/p>\n

„Nei“ segir Jakob.<\/p>\n

„\u00dea\u00f0 sem \u00e9g \u00e1 vi\u00f0 Jakob, er a\u00f0 \u00feegar \u00fe\u00fa ert rei\u00f0ur, \u00fe\u00e1 skaltu spila. Ekki skemma og berja. Sl\u00edkt gera a\u00f0eins villid\u00fdr og heimskingjar. \u00c9g skal kenna \u00fe\u00e9r a\u00f0 spila en snertu aldrei framar v\u00ed\u00f3luna m\u00edna \u00ed leyfisleysi \u00fev\u00ed ef \u00e9g hef hana ekki \u00fe\u00e1 getur allt gerst. \u00de\u00e1 g\u00e6ti \u00e9g t\u00fdnst\u00ed dj\u00fapinu eins og mamma.<\/p>\n

Og Jakob snertir strengi v\u00ed\u00f3lunnar me\u00f0 boganum. V\u00ed\u00f3lan hlj\u00f3\u00f0ar. \u00dea\u00f0 er angistarvein.<\/p>\n

7. Jakob<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Fa\u00f0ir minn \u00e6tla\u00f0ist til \u00feess a\u00f0 \u00e9g l\u00e6r\u00f0i a\u00f0 spila \u00e1 v\u00ed\u00f3luna en \u00fea\u00f0 hefur m\u00e9r aldrei tekist. \u00c9g veit vel a\u00f0 f\u00f3lk tr\u00fair m\u00e9r ekki e\u00f0a heldur a\u00f0 \u00e9g s\u00e9 a\u00f0 tala einskonar l\u00edkingarm\u00e1l en \u00e9g meina \u00fea\u00f0 \u00ed fullri alv\u00f6ru, \u00fe\u00f3tt sj\u00e1lfsagt s\u00e9 s\u00fa alvara s\u00f6nnun fyrir brj\u00e1l\u00e6\u00f0i m\u00ednu, a\u00f0 v\u00ed\u00f3lan hefur sj\u00e1lfst\u00e6\u00f0an vilja. H\u00fan er lifandi og \u00fea\u00f0 er \u00ed raun h\u00fan sem spilar \u00e1 mig en ekki \u00e9g \u00e1 hana. \u00c9g hef slegist vi\u00f0 hana \u00e1r eftir \u00e1r en h\u00fan spilar a\u00f0eins \u00fea\u00f0 sem henni sj\u00e1lfri \u00fe\u00f3knast \u00fe\u00e1 stundina. \u00c9g hef ekki lengur t\u00f6lu \u00e1 \u00f6llum \u00feeim kennurnum sem hafa gefist upp \u00e1 m\u00e9r vegna \u00feess a\u00f0 m\u00e9r er svo oft \u00f3m\u00f6gulegt a\u00f0 spila \u00fea\u00f0 sem til er \u00e6tlast. I\u00f0ulega hefur lj\u00faft og vi\u00f0kv\u00e6mt verk komi\u00f0 fr\u00e1 v\u00ed\u00f3lunni fullt af \u00f3hugna\u00f0i, kannski \u00ferungi\u00f0 \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0ulosta sem alls ekki \u00e1 a\u00f0 vera \u00ed \u00fev\u00ed e\u00f0a \u00fe\u00e1 a\u00f0 h\u00fan hefur breytt harm\u00ferungnu verki \u00ed l\u00e9ttan og gla\u00f0legan s\u00f6ng. \u00c9g spila r\u00e9tta t\u00f3na en \u00feeir eru \u00f3\u00feekkjanlegir \u00ed me\u00f0f\u00f6rum hennar og \u00feetta kallar f\u00f3lk snillig\u00e1fu og heldur a\u00f0 s\u00e9 komi\u00f0 fr\u00e1 m\u00e9r. Og n\u00fa er Meistari l\u00edka a\u00f0 gefast upp \u00e1 m\u00e9r. M\u00e9r finnst \u00e9g ofurseldur, \u00e9g kann ekki a\u00f0 sk\u00fdra \u00fea\u00f0 n\u00e1nar.<\/p>\n

8. Leikur<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Meistari r\u00edfur \u00ed h\u00e1r sitt. Svo gefur hann Jakob eitt t\u00e6kif\u00e6ri\u00f0 enn, \u00fea\u00f0 allra s\u00ed\u00f0asta og n\u00fa m\u00e1 ekkert klikka. Hendur Jakobs taka v\u00ed\u00f3luna; n\u00fa skal \u00fea\u00f0 takast, n\u00fa skal hann spila eins og til er \u00e6tlast. En v\u00ed\u00f3lan l\u00e6tur ekki a\u00f0 stj\u00f3rn. \u00cd dag vill h\u00fan bara kveina.<\/p>\n

Hann spilar lengi. Meistarinn er farinn \u00fat en Jakob heldur \u00e1fram a\u00f0 spila. Svitinn rennur ni\u00f0ur andlit hans og brj\u00e1l\u00e6\u00f0islegir t\u00f3nar yfirfylla stofuna. Hann \u00feolir \u00fe\u00e1 ekki sj\u00e1lfur en getur \u00fe\u00f3 ekki h\u00e6tt. Dj\u00fap hans vakir. V\u00ed\u00f3lan rekur upp vein.<\/p>\n

-Og \u00fe\u00e1!<\/p>\n

Hann finnur bl\u00f3\u00f0 sitt storkna \u00ed \u00e6\u00f0unum og v\u00ed\u00f3lan \u00feagnar. Einhver hefur svara\u00f0 honum. \u00dar hinum enda stofunnar berst sk\u00e6r, \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0u\u00ferunginn t\u00f3nn. \u00dea\u00f0 er fi\u00f0lut\u00f3nn, sem \u00fe\u00f3 er engu hlj\u00f3\u00f0i l\u00edkur, \u00fea\u00f0 er t\u00f3nn sem kemur fr\u00e1 dj\u00fapinu.<\/p>\n

Hann l\u00edtur vi\u00f0:<\/p>\n

Skr\u00e6p\u00f3tt pils. Svart, s\u00edtt, \u00fafi\u00f0 h\u00e1r.
\nFi\u00f0la.<\/p>\n

„Komdu s\u00e6l“ segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„S\u00e6ll“ svarar fi\u00f0lan.
\n„Hver ert \u00fe\u00fa?“ spyr v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„\u00c9g er fi\u00f0lan hennar K\u00f3ru og \u00e9g \u00feekki dj\u00fapi\u00f0 hennar betur en h\u00fan sj\u00e1lf. Og \u00e9g er villt og spillt og brj\u00e1lu\u00f0 og tryllt, \u00e9g l\u00e6t ekki a\u00f0 stj\u00f3rn, spila bara \u00fea\u00f0 sem m\u00e9r sj\u00e1lfri s\u00fdnist hverju sinni.
\n„\u00de\u00fa ert s\u00e6t“ segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„F\u00edfl!“ segir fi\u00f0lan.
\n„Viltu leika vi\u00f0 mig?“ segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„mmmm… \u00c9g veit \u00fea\u00f0 n\u00fa ekki“ segir fi\u00f0lan.
\n„\u00c9g kann vel vi\u00f0 \u00feig“ segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„Vitaskuld!“ segir fi\u00f0lan.
\n„Kanntu ekki vel vi\u00f0 mig l\u00edka?“
\n„\u00de\u00fa ert \u00f3key.“
\n„Bara \u00f3key! Far\u00f0u \u00fe\u00e1 bara til fjandans!“ segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan
\n„Iss, hva\u00f0 \u00fe\u00fa ert sp\u00e6ldur“ segir fi\u00f0lan.<\/p>\n

\u00de\u00f6gn.<\/p>\n

„J\u00e6ja. Sorr\u00fd \u00fe\u00e1.“ Segir fi\u00f0lan.
\n„F\u00edfl!“
\n„Ekki vera \u00ed f\u00fdlu. Komdu heldur a\u00f0 leika vi\u00f0 mig. Komdu n\u00fa. Komdu me\u00f0 m\u00e9r langt \u00ed burtu a\u00f0 leita hunangsbl\u00f3ma. Komdu me\u00f0 m\u00e9r a\u00f0 t\u00edna gula f\u00edfla og drekka \u00far \u00feeim beiska mj\u00f3lkina til \u00feess eins a\u00f0 vita hvernig h\u00fan brag\u00f0ast. Komdu me\u00f0 m\u00e9r a\u00f0 leika \u00feennan leik.“
\n„J\u00e6ja, fylgdu m\u00e9r \u00fe\u00e1“ segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„Nei, \u00fe\u00fa skalt fylgja m\u00e9r“ segir fi\u00f0lan.<\/p>\n

Og \u00feau spila. Spila saman. Elskast og r\u00edfast og kyssast og sl\u00e1st. Dagurinn l\u00ed\u00f0ur. R\u00f6kkri\u00f0 s\u00edgur \u00e1. A\u00f0 lokum enda \u00feau \u00ed einum lj\u00fafum t\u00f3ni.<\/p>\n

„Fri\u00f0ur“ hv\u00edslar v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„Loksins“ hv\u00edslar fi\u00f0lan.<\/p>\n

\u00deau standa \u00ed stofu meistarans og vir\u00f0a hvort anna\u00f0 fyrir s\u00e9r. \u00deau \u00feekkjast enda \u00fe\u00f3tt hvorugt hafi enn\u00fe\u00e1 sagt eitt einasta or\u00f0. Hann veit a\u00f0 hann hefur alltaf \u00feekkt hana. \u00deekkt dj\u00fap hennar. Og a\u00f0 h\u00fan hefur alltaf \u00feekkt hann.<\/p>\n

„Hver ertu?“ spur\u00f0i hann loksins.
\n„K\u00f3ra“ svara\u00f0i h\u00fan.
\n„Hatar\u00f0u fi\u00f0luna \u00fe\u00edna?“
\n„J\u00e1, \u00e9g b\u00e6\u00f0i elska hana og hata.“<\/p>\n

Augu K\u00f3ru eru sv\u00f6rt. Og \u00feau brenna.<\/p>\n

„Miki\u00f0 ertu falleg“ segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„Ekki eins falleg og \u00fe\u00fa“ segir fi\u00f0lan.
\n„\u00de\u00fa hr\u00edfur mig, \u00e9g \u00fer\u00e1i \u00feig, mig langar a\u00f0 snerta \u00feig, segir v\u00ed\u00f3lan.
\n„Ekki snerta, ekki snerta, eltu mig og eltu, \u00e9g hleyp \u00e1 undan \u00fe\u00e9r, hratthratthratt.“
\n„ha,ha,ha, \u00e9g n\u00e6 \u00fe\u00e9r og n\u00e6 \u00fe\u00e9r, \u00e9g hleyp hra\u00f0ar en \u00fe\u00fa – og stekk.“
\n„\u00de\u00e1 stekk \u00e9g … – Og \u00fe\u00fa n\u00e6r\u00f0 m\u00e9r ekki … – Hra\u00f0ar og hra\u00f0ar og hra\u00f0ar en \u00fe\u00fa!“<\/p>\n

„Hratt, hratt, hra\u00f0ar …
\nKlukk!
\nKomdu, komdu til m\u00edn, \u00fev\u00ed \u00e9g \u00e1 \u00feig, \u00fe\u00fa ert m\u00edn. \u00c9g vil halda \u00fe\u00e9r \u00ed fa\u00f0mi m\u00e9r lengi.“
\n„J\u00e1, \u00e9g er \u00fe\u00edn. Bara \u00fe\u00edn.“<\/p>\n

Kyrr\u00f0.<\/p>\n

„\u00c9g vil liggja \u00ed fa\u00f0mi \u00fe\u00e9r – lengi.“<\/p>\n

Og hendur Jakobs leggja v\u00ed\u00f3luna til hli\u00f0ar. H\u00f6nd hans snertir svart h\u00e1r K\u00f3ru.<\/p>\n

\u00d3sj\u00e1lfr\u00e1tt.<\/p>\n

9. Skelin<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Brynjar kom \u00ed heims\u00f3kn. Gamall vinur minn. Einn af \u00feessum v\u00e6mnu, mj\u00faku m\u00f6nnum sem allar konur eru svo hrifnar af en engin nennir a\u00f0 b\u00faa me\u00f0 til lengdar. \u00cd rauninni gj\u00f6rsamlega \u00f3\u00feolandi gaur en m\u00e9r \u00feykir samt v\u00e6nt um hann \u00fe\u00f3tt vi\u00f0 eigum ekki margt sammmerkt. Hann st\u00f3\u00f0 \u00ed dyrunum og sag\u00f0i svona d\u00e1l\u00edti\u00f0 feimnislega: „S\u00e6ll Jakob. \u00c9g kom til \u00feess a\u00f0 gefa \u00fe\u00e9r \u00e1 kjaftinn.“<\/p>\n

\u00c9g f\u00e9kk hl\u00e1turskast. Hef aldrei \u00edmynda\u00f0 m\u00e9r \u00feennan d\u00falludreng gefa nokkrum manni \u00e1 kjaftinn. \u00c9g spur\u00f0i hvort hann vildi f\u00e1 kaffi fyrst e\u00f0a lj\u00faka barsm\u00ed\u00f0unum sem sn\u00f6ggvast. „Best a\u00f0 \u00e9g geri \u00fea\u00f0 strax, \u00e1\u00f0ur en m\u00e9r sn\u00fdst hugur “ sag\u00f0i hann.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g \u00e1tti von \u00e1 l\u00e9ttum l\u00f6\u00f0rungi en h\u00f6ggi\u00f0 var \u00feungt. \u00c9g skall utan \u00ed vegg og Brynjar h\u00e9lt a\u00f0 hann hef\u00f0i st\u00f3rslasa\u00f0 mig af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 bl\u00e6ddi ofurl\u00edti\u00f0 \u00far nefinu \u00e1 m\u00e9r. Hann f\u00f3r a\u00f0 grenja. \u00c9g hef aldrei \u00feola\u00f0 grenjandi karlmenn en \u00e9g fann svo til me\u00f0 honum a\u00f0 \u00e9g klappa\u00f0i honuim \u00e1 \u00f6xlina og sag\u00f0i; „\u00feetta er allt \u00ed lagi, \u00feetta var ekkert“. Svo gaf \u00e9g honum kaffi og spur\u00f0i hvers vegna hann hef\u00f0i veri\u00f0 a\u00f0 berja mig fyrst hann langa\u00f0i ekkert til \u00feess.<\/p>\n

\u00dea\u00f0 var \u00fat af \u00feessu me\u00f0 Erlu. Brynjar er svo \u00e6gilega hrifinn af henni. H\u00fan er v\u00edst \u00f3l\u00e9tt. Eftir mig segir h\u00fan. Og \u00e9g er l\u00edtilmenni af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00e9g sag\u00f0ist ekki tr\u00faa \u00e1 \u00fe\u00e1 sk\u00fdringu a\u00f0 pillan hafi brug\u00f0ist. Sag\u00f0ist halda a\u00f0 h\u00fan v\u00e6ri a\u00f0 reyna a\u00f0 negla mig me\u00f0 barni en \u00fea\u00f0 gengi ekki upp. \u00c9g l\u00e9ti hvorki kvensnipt, n\u00e9 krakka sem \u00e9g hef\u00f0i ekki \u00e1kve\u00f0i\u00f0 a\u00f0 eignast, stj\u00f3rna l\u00edfi m\u00ednu. Sag\u00f0i l\u00edka margt fleira lj\u00f3tt og b\u00e6tti \u00fev\u00ed svo vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 \u00e9g vildi a\u00f0 h\u00fan l\u00e9ti ey\u00f0a f\u00f3strinu.<\/p>\n

Erla sl\u00f3 mig m\u00e1ttleysilega. „Veistu hvernig f\u00f3sturey\u00f0ing fer fram f\u00edfli\u00f0 \u00feitt?“ garga\u00f0i h\u00fan. „\u00dea\u00f0 er nokkurskonar ryksuga \u00fer\u00e6dd upp \u00ed legi\u00f0 og barni\u00f0 t\u00e6tt sundur sm\u00e1tt og sm\u00e1tt. Hreinlega sogi\u00f0 \u00fat \u00ed sm\u00e1p\u00f6rtum. Fyrst er kannski f\u00f3tur slitinn af \u00fev\u00ed og svo h\u00f6nd, e\u00f0a innyflin, kannski er hjarta\u00f0 n\u00e6st. Veistu a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 er \u00feegar fari\u00f0 a\u00f0a sl\u00e1? \u00dea\u00f0 er ekki einu sinni v\u00edst a\u00f0 barni\u00f0 deyji fyrr en b\u00fai\u00f0 er a\u00f0 t\u00e6ta heilann \u00far \u00fev\u00ed \u00ed sundur. Kannski fer hann allur \u00ed einu, kannski \u00ed sm\u00e1slettum“ h\u00fan var \u00e6gilega rei\u00f0. \u00c9g sag\u00f0i henni a\u00f0 \u00e9g vildi miklu fremur l\u00e1ta sl\u00edta hei\u00f0atu\u00f0runa \u00far krakkaskratta sem v\u00e6ri hvort sem er alveg sama, en a\u00f0 l\u00e1ta leggja l\u00edf mitt \u00ed r\u00fast. Og hendur m\u00ednar t\u00f3ku v\u00ed\u00f3luna upp \u00f3sj\u00e1lfr\u00e1tt. H\u00fan byrja\u00f0i a\u00f0 leika gla\u00f0legt k\u00e6ruleysisstef, en skyndilega \u00feyrmdi yfir mig og v\u00ed\u00f3lan \u00f6skra\u00f0i og hl\u00f3.<\/p>\n

10. Draumur<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Erla liggur \u00ed st\u00f3ru, hv\u00edtu r\u00fami. H\u00fan \u00e6pir af kv\u00f6lum. Skaut hennar rautt og opi\u00f0 og \u00e9g s\u00e9 h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0 koma \u00ed lj\u00f3s. L\u00edti\u00f0, rautt h\u00f6fu\u00f0 me\u00f0 opnum augum. \u00dea\u00f0 eru engir augasteinar og heldur engin lita \u00ed \u00feessum augum. \u00deau horfa \u00e1 mig, st\u00f3r og hv\u00edt, \u00e1n s\u00e1lar. \u00c9g toga \u00ed h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0. H\u00f6fu\u00f0 barns \u00ed h\u00f6ndum m\u00ednum. Rautt h\u00f6fu\u00f0 en enginn b\u00fakur. \u00c9g stend me\u00f0 h\u00f6fu\u00f0 ungbarnsins \u00ed h\u00f6ndunum og augu \u00feess taka a\u00f0 vaxa. Svartir punktar koma \u00ed lj\u00f3s, mitt \u00ed \u00f6llu \u00feesssu hv\u00edta og svo fer h\u00e1r \u00feess einnig a\u00f0 vaxa. \u00c9g reyni a\u00f0 kasta h\u00f6f\u00f0inu fr\u00e1 m\u00e9r en \u00fea\u00f0 er fast vi\u00f0 hendur m\u00ednar. H\u00f6fu\u00f0 barnsins vex \u00f3gnarhratt \u00ed h\u00f6ndum m\u00ednum, n\u00fa er \u00fea\u00f0 or\u00f0i\u00f0 miklu st\u00e6rra en mitt. Risast\u00f3rt, bl\u00f3\u00f0ugt barnsh\u00f6fu\u00f0. Og h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0 opnar muninn og hl\u00e6r, bj\u00f6rtum, dillandi barnshl\u00e1tri. H\u00e1ri\u00f0 er vaxi\u00f0 yfir hendur m\u00ednar, augun f\u00e1 sm\u00e1msaman \u00e1 sig bl\u00e1an lit.<\/p>\n

Brynjar er kominn me\u00f0 st\u00f3ra ryksugu. Hann segir; „Afsaki\u00f0, vi\u00f0 gleymdum v\u00edst a\u00f0 taka heilann.“ Svo ber hann ryksugust\u00fatinn a\u00f0 h\u00f6f\u00f0inu og \u00fea\u00f0 slitnar \u00ed sundur og \u00e9g horfi \u00e1 heilann sogast inn \u00ed ryksugust\u00fatinn \u00ed m\u00f6rgum hlutum. H\u00e1ri\u00f0 heldur \u00e1fram a\u00f0 vaxa og hlykkjast \u00feykkt og lj\u00f3st um hendur m\u00ednar. N\u00fa er h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0 a\u00f0eins h\u00e1lft og horfir \u00e1 mig me\u00f0 einu, bl\u00e1u auga.<\/p>\n

11. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

K\u00f3ra hefur augu sem brenna. \u00c1 einhvern \u00f3sk\u00fdranlegan h\u00e1tt dregst \u00e9g a\u00f0 henni, h\u00fan snertir n\u00fdjan streng \u00e1 v\u00ed\u00f3lunni, hr\u00edfur mig, kallar fram \u00ed m\u00e9r eitthva\u00f0 sem \u00e9g hef ekki upplifa\u00f0 fyrr. \u00c9g held \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9, dj\u00fapi\u00f0. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 \u00ed K\u00f3ru er eins og dj\u00fapi\u00f0 \u00ed m\u00e9r. H\u00fan skilur mig og \u00e9g skil hana. H\u00fan skilur mig af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 h\u00fan l\u00edkist m\u00e9r. H\u00fan er haldin \u00feessu sama stj\u00f3rnleysi gagnvart fi\u00f0lunni og \u00e9g gagnvart v\u00ed\u00f3lunni. \u00c9g finn mig dragast a\u00f0 henni og \u00e9g held a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9 gagnkv\u00e6mt. \u00c9g hef aldrei \u00e1\u00f0ur fundi\u00f0 til verulegrar samkenndar me\u00f0 f\u00f3lki, \u00fea\u00f0 hefur \u00fe\u00e1 helst veri\u00f0 vi\u00f0 \u00e1kve\u00f0nar a\u00f0st\u00e6\u00f0ur en ekki svona almennt. \u00de\u00f3 hef \u00e9g aldrei veri\u00f0 einmana fyrr en n\u00fa or\u00f0i\u00f0 finnst m\u00e9r, \u00ed hvert sinn sem \u00e9g er fjarri K\u00f3ru, a\u00f0 \u00e9g hafi alltaf veri\u00f0 einn.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g hef \u00ed rauninni aldrei tala\u00f0 vi\u00f0 K\u00f3ru. Vi\u00f0 h\u00f6fum a\u00f0eins spila\u00f0 saman, e\u00f0a \u00f6llu heldur reynt \u00fea\u00f0, \u00fev\u00ed vi\u00f0 gefumst flj\u00f3tlega upp \u00e1 slagsm\u00e1lunum vi\u00f0 hlj\u00f3\u00f0f\u00e6rin og leyfum \u00feeim a\u00f0 r\u00e1\u00f0a. \u00c9g \u00f3ttast a\u00f0 missa t\u00f6kin algerlega en \u00feetta er illvi\u00f0r\u00e1\u00f0anlegt og K\u00f3ru vir\u00f0ist finnast \u00fea\u00f0 allt \u00ed lagi. Leikur okkar ver\u00f0ur s\u00edfellt bl\u00ed\u00f0ari og \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0ufyllri \u00ed senn.<\/p>\n

12. H\u00e1skinn<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Augu K\u00f3ru eru sv\u00f6rt og dj\u00fap og \u00feau brenna. \u00deau draga mig til s\u00edn lengra og lengra me\u00f0 degi hverjum. \u00cd dag ba\u00f0 \u00e9g hana a\u00f0 koma me\u00f0 m\u00e9r heim. \u00c9g \u00e6tla\u00f0i ekki a\u00f0 gera \u00fea\u00f0, \u00fea\u00f0 get \u00e9g svari\u00f0 en \u00e9g ger\u00f0i \u00fea\u00f0 samt.Hendur m\u00ednar gripu utan um hana og \u00e9g dr\u00f3 hana til m\u00edn. H\u00fan er \u00fea\u00f0 fegursta sem \u00e9g hef snert.<\/p>\n

Andartaki s\u00ed\u00f0ar, \u00feegar vi\u00f0 l\u00e1gum nakin \u00ed r\u00faminu og strukum fingurg\u00f3munum um h\u00e1ls og axlir hvort annars, reis K\u00f3ra skyndilega upp \u00e1 hn\u00e9n og spur\u00f0i r\u00e9tt eins og ekkert v\u00e6ri e\u00f0ilegra; „finnst \u00fe\u00e9r gaman a\u00f0 sl\u00e1?“<\/p>\n

\u00cdskaldur grunur n\u00edsti bein m\u00edn. H\u00fan var a\u00f0 tala um dj\u00fapi\u00f0. H\u00fan var a\u00f0 tala um a\u00f0 ey\u00f0ileggja \u00feennan litla \u00e1rangur sem \u00e9g \u00fe\u00f3 hef n\u00e1\u00f0. Hvers vegna \u00fearf sl\u00edk kona \u00e1 fi\u00f0lu a\u00f0 halda? \u00c9g l\u00e1 vi\u00f0 hli\u00f0 hennar og hugsa\u00f0i og yndislegar hendur hennar struku h\u00e1ls minn og hnakka. Og \u00e9g fann neglur hennar snerta hnakka minn, h\u00e1r hennar andlit mitt, og \u00e9g skildi \u00fea\u00f0 allt. \u00c9g skildi \u00fea\u00f0 \u00e1 \u00feessu augnabliki a\u00f0 allan \u00feann t\u00edma sem \u00e9g var a\u00f0 sl\u00e1st vi\u00f0 v\u00ed\u00f3luna, var \u00e9g \u00ed raun og veru a\u00f0 sl\u00e1st vi\u00f0 K\u00f3ru. \u00c9g vissi l\u00edka a\u00f0 ekkert \u00ed heiminum yr\u00f0i m\u00e9r h\u00e6ttulegra en K\u00f3ra, \u00fev\u00ed h\u00fan myndi \u00e1 sama h\u00e1tt og v\u00ed\u00f3lan ney\u00f0a mig til a\u00f0 sleppa lausu \u00fev\u00ed sem b\u00fdr \u00ed dj\u00fapinu.<\/p>\n

H\u00e1skanum.<\/p>\n

13. Lausn<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

K\u00f3ra hefur augu sem brenna. Og \u00ed dj\u00fapinu b\u00fdr heiftin, og skelfingin og harmurinn -og \u00e1stin. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 er versti \u00f3vinur mannsins og \u00fev\u00ed m\u00e1 aldrei sleppa lausu \u00fev\u00ed dj\u00fapi\u00f0 er h\u00e6ttulegt. \u00dea\u00f0 firrir menn skynsemi og gerir \u00fe\u00e1 sta\u00f0festulausa og veika. \u00c9g ver\u00f0 a\u00f0 sigrast \u00e1 dj\u00fapinu. Lei\u00f0in er a\u00f0eins ein og \u00e9g ver\u00f0 a\u00f0 ganga hana til enda. \u00c9g ver\u00f0 a\u00f0 yfirvinna K\u00f3ru og l\u00e1ta \u00e1st m\u00edna \u00e1 henni aldrei n\u00e1 t\u00f6kum \u00e1 m\u00e9r, eitt augnablik \u00e1 me\u00f0an \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed stendur.<\/p>\n

H\u00fan liggur fj\u00f6tru\u00f0 \u00ed r\u00faminu m\u00ednu, svo falleg. H\u00e1r hennar \u00fafi\u00f0 og svart, brj\u00f3stin hv\u00edt me\u00f0 bleikum, meyjarlegum geirv\u00f6rtum. Brj\u00f3st hennar mj\u00fak vi\u00f0 andlit mitt, og \u00e9g s\u00fdg. S\u00fdg brj\u00f3st K\u00f3ru fastar og fastar og reyni a\u00f0 hlusta ekki \u00e1 kvala\u00f3p elskunnar minnar, ney\u00f0i sj\u00e1lfan mig til a\u00f0 halda \u00e1fram. Loks finn \u00e9g a\u00f0 h\u00fan l\u00e6tur undan og finn munn minn fyllast af heitu, l\u00edmkennsu bl\u00f3\u00f0i.<\/p>\n

Fur\u00f0uerfitt er \u00fea\u00f0 a\u00f0 b\u00edta eina litla geirv\u00f6rtu af konu. Eins og tennur m\u00ednar s\u00e9u ekki n\u00f3gu beittar e\u00f0a er geirvartan svona f\u00f6st \u00e1 henni? Reyni a\u00f0 dempa hlj\u00f3\u00f0 K\u00f3ru me\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 halda h\u00f6ndunum fyrir vit hennar og beiti j\u00f6xlunum til a\u00f0 n\u00e1 geirv\u00f6rtunni af. Undarlegt hve bl\u00f3\u00f0 hennar er heitt og hve \u00fea\u00f0 er salt \u00e1 brag\u00f0i\u00f0. \u00d3, a\u00f0 \u00feetta megi taka sem stystan t\u00edma. Enginn, nei enginn getur \u00edmynda\u00f0 s\u00e9r, hve s\u00e1st \u00fea\u00f0 tekur mig a\u00f0 \u00feurfa a\u00f0 gera anna\u00f0 eins.<\/p>\n

Augu K\u00f3ru brenna ekki lengur. N\u00fa eru \u00feau st\u00f3r og skelfd. H\u00fan liggur \u00ed r\u00faminu m\u00ednu, \u00far brj\u00f3sti hennar lagar bl\u00f3\u00f0 og l\u00edkami hennar engist af kv\u00f6lum.<\/p>\n

Og \u00e9g. \u00c9g er laus undan valdi K\u00f3ru, undan valdi v\u00ed\u00f3lunnar minnar. \u00c9g stend nakinn vi\u00f0 r\u00fami\u00f0 og horfi \u00e1 l\u00edkama K\u00f3ru.<\/p>\n

\u00cd dj\u00fapinu brennur harmurinn og \u00e1stin og \u00far augum m\u00ednum fl\u00e6\u00f0a t\u00e1r. En v\u00ed\u00f3lan hl\u00fd\u00f0ir m\u00e9r n\u00fana. T\u00f3narnir \u00fej\u00f3ta, \u00e6\u00f0a, \u00fdlfrandi, \u00e6pandi veinandi, \u00f6skrandi af \u00f3gn og rei\u00f0i K\u00f3ru, elskunnar minnar, sem engist hlj\u00f3\u00f0andi \u00ed r\u00faminu. \u00c9g spila fyrir K\u00f3ru, fyrir \u00e1stina m\u00edna. \u00c9g spila fyrir dj\u00fap hennar, \u00ferungi\u00f0 af skelfinu og heift. \u00c9g spila. Ekki dj\u00fap mitt, heldur \u00e9g sj\u00e1lfur, hugur minn. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 r\u00e6\u00f0ur engu framar, \u00far augum m\u00ednum fl\u00e6\u00f0a t\u00e1r.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g finn fyrir geirv\u00f6rtu K\u00f3ru \u00ed muninum –<\/p>\n

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1. Jakob V\u00ed\u00f3lan hefur vitund. H\u00fan skynjar \u00fea\u00f0 sem b\u00fdr \u00ed dj\u00fapinu og h\u00fan ney\u00f0ir \u00fea\u00f0 til a\u00f0 brj\u00f3tast fram. Dj\u00fapi\u00f0 b\u00fdr yfir hundra\u00f0 h\u00e6ttum. \u00dear b\u00fdr skelfingin, \u00fear b\u00fdr ofsinn, \u00fear b\u00fdr l\u00edka \u00e1stin og fegur\u00f0in. 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