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Author's Chapter Notes:
While riding out Dimension Tide, the young lovers go to a Manhattan disco, and then stay up all night and end up in Central Park. (Don't forget they can still teleport anywhere within the same world).
Once his amulet had stranded him on earth, a Viking, Braisyde struck
Every former trite indulgence from his mind, convinced he’d lost his luck.
But then Jenyfer had found a way, from her side of dimension’s limbo,
But was injured in transition. Braisyde rescued her, with arms akimbo.

She explained that giant scientists had learned that some dimension tide
Had repelled her and her amulet, like any on the giants’ side;
While on earth, its Vikings noticed nothing, when they tried, with no successes,
To traverse the lanes to Ambloome’s world. Now Friemann could make better guesses.

So then Jenyfer had worn a force belt, which she’d hoped would counteract
The dimension tide, and pushed with all her might, until the rift had cracked,
Only moments, long enough to get her through. She thanked the Queen’s Inventor,
In her mind, since Nonvor had allowed the usage of it, when she sent her.

Now that Friemann knew the problem, he could analyze, and then inform
Both young lovers, that they could expect a passing of that Inter-storm,
Which had interrupted travel from dimension to dimension lately.
He assured them it would soon be gone, which lifted all their spirits greatly.

Yet it might as well have merely lifted his, because the one who’d grieved
Had no further cause to cry, since she’d come through. They both felt so relieved,
As they hugged each other tightly, and resolved to spend some time, where feet go
Walking off alone. She kept her size reduced to Braisyde’s (incognito).

Since his amulet still worked within the parts of earth, he took his lady out.
In Manhattan’s lighter disco haunts, he liked the way the girl would pout,
As the coloured lights kept altering the tones of intermittent glowing
On her cheeks, until the midnight hour advised them that they should be going.

So they walked the streets all night, and found that Central Park’s romantic lamps
Were at least as nice as bonfires they had once enjoyed on Viking camps.
Several times they held each other tight, reminded, by the brief conditions
Of dimension travel, how they’d once become each other’s vital missions.

They’d been lonely on their separate worlds, and then they’d met, like dreams reborn.
“Should we ever chance another separation? Should we let this warn
Every pattern of our thoughts, that we should make all trips to my home (Norway)
Or to yours (the giants’ world) paired together? Surely that’s no harmful foreplay?”

That was Braisyde’s interrogative, and Jenyfer, of course, concurred,
Though the other giants might have found such measures borderline absurd.
Yet the Queen had pined for Friemann too, and Ambloome, having once lost Lester,
Had been witness to the frantic state of Jenyfer, and second guessed her.

Then, as Friemann had predicted, things calmed down between his world and theirs.
All the Vikings and the giants reunited, free of woes and cares.
They had faced invaders, Constant-Teen, Cabilo, every other menace.
Yet the hurt (that they had just faced) made those threats seem like a game of tennis.
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