The language department transferred her to the classics department; the classics department transferred her to the anthropology department. She wanted to scream. Eureka, she found a professor in German linguistics. “Thanks for the fax,” the professor said. “Certainly. I’m looking for information about those runes,” she told him. “If that is, indeed, what they are. I have a friend who says they are, but she doesn’t seem certain.” “Oh yes. They definitely look like runes. These neo-pagans have attached themselves and their beliefs onto them. In some cases, they are making things up. In very rare cases, they know what they are doing . . . well, as much as they can know.” Cookie had made a similar statement. “What would you think if you saw one of these rune symbols painted on a house?” The professor was silent for a moment. “I’d think it was some crazy teenagers being ridiculous, which is sort of dangerous enough. Or I’d think that someone who kind of knows the rune system was warning the person who owns the house.”
