Um daginn var\u00f0 m\u00e9r \u00fea\u00f0 \u00e1 a\u00f0 missa \u00fat \u00far m\u00e9r nokku\u00f0 sem \u00e9g ger\u00f0i m\u00e9r enga grein fyrir a\u00f0 hlj\u00f3ma\u00f0i sem t\u00f6fra\u00feula \u00ed eyrum sonar m\u00edns. „Pegasus \u00e1 svona b\u00edl“, \u00feannig hlj\u00f3mar hi\u00f0 heilaga or\u00f0. Hann hefur hreinlega ekki l\u00e1ti\u00f0 mig \u00ed fri\u00f0i s\u00ed\u00f0an.
\n-Fokk nei, \u00e9g tr\u00fai \u00fe\u00e9r ekki!
\n-Ertu viss um a\u00f0 hann eigi hana sj\u00e1lfur?
\n-Er h\u00fan ekta? Ertu viss um a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9 ekki bara eitthva\u00f0 drasl me\u00f0 svipa\u00f0 \u00fatlit?
\n-Er ry\u00f0 \u00ed henni?
\n-Er hann me\u00f0 hana \u00ed almennilegum b\u00edlsk\u00far?<\/p>\n
Lygnir augunum og slefar \u00feegar \u00e9g sannf\u00e6ri hann um a\u00f0 b\u00edllinn s\u00e9 sannarlega ekki ry\u00f0gu\u00f0 \u00fatigangsbeygla, \u00fevert \u00e1 m\u00f3ti hugsi Pegasus um hann eins og m\u00f3\u00f0ir um v\u00f6ggubarn, f\u00e6rist svo allur \u00ed aukana og dembir yfir mig grillj\u00f3n spurningum sem \u00e9g g\u00e6ti ekki svara\u00f0 \u00fe\u00f3ttt l\u00edf mitt l\u00e6gi vi\u00f0.
\n-Hven\u00e6r f\u00e9kk hann hana?
\n-Hva\u00f0a \u00e1rger\u00f0 er h\u00fan?
\n-Hvernig er m\u00e6labor\u00f0i\u00f0?
\n-Hvernig eru felgurnar?
\n-Hvernig…<\/p>\n
\u00c9g reyni a\u00f0 \u00fatsk\u00fdra fyrir honum a\u00f0 \u00e9g hafi n\u00fa a\u00f0allega veri\u00f0 a\u00f0 reyna a\u00f0 kynnast manninum og geti \u00f3m\u00f6gulega muna\u00f0 einhver sm\u00e1atri\u00f0i var\u00f0andi \u00feennan b\u00edl, \u00fe\u00f3tt hann s\u00e9 svosem \u00f3sk\u00f6p s\u00e6tur l\u00edka. Hann horfir \u00e1 mig me\u00f0 svip sem gefur til kynna a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9 \u00f3skiljanleg pervasj\u00f3n a\u00f0 finnast karlma\u00f0ur \u00e1hugaver\u00f0ari en b\u00edllinn hans.<\/p>\n
Vinkona m\u00edn segist vera b\u00edlkynhneig\u00f0. \u00c9g held a\u00f0 ver\u00f0i ekkert fram hj\u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed liti\u00f0 lengur a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9 eitthva\u00f0 svipa\u00f0 \u00e1 sei\u00f0i hj\u00e1 Pysjunni. \u00cd g\u00e6r spur\u00f0i hann mig hvort \u00e9g \u00e6tla\u00f0i ekkert a\u00f0 fara a\u00f0 kynna \u00feennan mann fyrir s\u00e9r. Au\u00f0vita\u00f0 hefur hann n\u00e1kv\u00e6mlega engan \u00e1huga \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 hitta Pegasus. Hann er hins vegar a\u00f0 gera s\u00e9r vonir um a\u00f0 f\u00e1 a\u00f0 berja \u00feetta b\u00edlundur augum.<\/p>\n
Um daginn var\u00f0 m\u00e9r \u00fea\u00f0 \u00e1 a\u00f0 missa \u00fat \u00far m\u00e9r nokku\u00f0 sem \u00e9g ger\u00f0i m\u00e9r enga grein fyrir a\u00f0 hlj\u00f3ma\u00f0i sem t\u00f6fra\u00feula \u00ed eyrum sonar m\u00edns. „Pegasus \u00e1 svona b\u00edl“, \u00feannig hlj\u00f3mar hi\u00f0 heilaga or\u00f0. Hann hefur hreinlega ekki … Halda \u00e1fram a\u00f0 lesa