Abarat. Clive Barker
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Название: Abarat
Автор: Clive Barker
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9780007301690
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“You’re not regretting that you came, I hope?” Mischief said, his expression suggesting he was feeling a little guilty for his own part in this.
“No,” Candy replied firmly. “Absolutely not.”
The words had no sooner escaped her lips than a big wave lifted her up and wrenched her away from the John brothers. In just a couple of seconds, she and Mischief were carried away from one another. She heard three or four of the brothers yelling to her, but she couldn’t make sense of what they were saying. She caught sight of them in the dip between the waves, but the glimpse was brief. The next moment they were gone.
“I’m over here!” she yelled, hoping that Mischief was a stronger swimmer than she was and would be able to make his way back to her. But the words were no sooner out of her mouth than another wave of substantial size came along and carried her even farther away from the spot where they’d been parted.
A little twitch of fear clutched her stomach.
“Don’t panic,” she told herself. “Whatever you do, don’t panic.”
But her own advice was hard to take. The waves were getting larger all the time, each one carrying her a little higher than the one that preceded it and then delivering her into an even deeper trough. However much she told herself not to be afraid, there was no escaping from the facts. She was suddenly alone in an alien sea, filled with all kinds of—
Her panic stopped in its tracks, shocked out of her by a sight of such peculiarity all other concerns were forgotten.
There, squatting around a small table at the bottom of the next wave were four card players. The table around which they were sitting was apparently floating freely a couple of inches above the surface of the water, and the players were squatted around it, the very picture of nonchalance.
Candy just had time to think, I’ve seen everything now.
Then another wave caught her, and she was carried down its steep blue slope into the midst of the game.
THE FOUR PLAYERS WERE a mixture of species. Their skin was scaly and had a silvery-green gleam to it, while their hands, in which they held fans of very battered playing cards, were webbed. Their faces, however, possessed all the features of a human face but seasoned with a hint of fish. The game they were immersed in seemed to be demanding their full attention, because not one of the four noticed Candy until she came barreling down the flank of the wave and all but collided with their table.
“Hey! Watch out!” a female among the quartet complained. “And keep your distance. No spectators!”
Three of the players were looking up at Candy now, while the fourth took the opportunity to take a surreptitious peek at the cards held by the players to his left and right. As soon as he’d done so, he concealed his cheating by feigning a great deal of interest in Candy.
“You look lost,” said the cheat, who was a male of this hybrid species. His accent seemed vaguely French.
“Yes, I suppose I am,” said Candy, spitting out water. “Actually, I suppose I’m very lost.”
“Help her, Deaux-Deaux,” the cheat casually said to the player on his left. “You’re going to lose this game anyway.”
“How do you know?”
It was the fourth player, a female, who offered up the answer. “Because you always lose, my dear,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Now go and help the girl.”
Deaux-Deaux glanced at his hand of cards, and seeming to realize that he was indeed going to lose, tossed them down onto the table.
“I don’t see why we can’t play water polo like everybody else,” he complained, with more than a hint of piscatorial pout.
Then he drained the liquor glass that was sitting on the table in front of him and did something that defied all expectation. He got up from the table, and using his enormous feet, he skipped over the water to Candy, then squatted down again in the sea beside her. The smell of his breath was potent, and he seemed to have some difficulty fixing his focus on her.
She was familiar with people in this condition, and it irritated her, but she was happier to have company in the water than to be alone.
“I’m Deaux-Deaux,” the creature said.
“Yes, I heard,” Candy said. “I’m Candy Quackenbush.”
“You’re from the Hereafter, aren’t you?” he said as they bobbed up and down together.
“Yes, I am.”
“If you’re thinking of going back, it’s going to be a long trip.”
“No, no, I don’t want to go back,” Candy said. “I’m headed for the Abarat.”
“You are?”
At the mention of the Abarat, there was a show of interest from the rest of the table. Two of the three other players threw in their hands, leaving the cheat protesting that this was unfair because he had the winning hand.
“That’s because you cheated, Pux,” one of the females said, and getting up in the same casual fashion as Deaux-Deaux, skipped over to Candy. Unlike her partner, she was not drunk. Indeed she studied their human visitor with a curious intensity, which put Candy in mind of the look Mischief had first given her.
“Are you by any chance responsible for this occurrence?”
“Which occurrence would that be?” Candy said.
“You are, aren’t you?” the female said. “I’m Tropella, by the way.”
“I’m very pleased—”
“Yes, yes,” Tropella said impatiently. “You called the Izabella, didn’t you?”
Candy saw no reason not to tell the truth. “Yes,” she admitted. “I called the sea. I didn’t realize what I was doing when—”
Again, rather rudely, she was cut off. “Yes, yes. But why? It is forbidden.”
“Oh, let the girl alone,” Deaux-Deaux said.
“No, but this is not to be taken lightly. The waters were never to go back to the Hereafter. We all know that. So why—”
“Look,” said Candy, interrupting her questioner with the same curtness she’d received from Tropella. “Can we have this conversation later? I have a friend somewhere in the sea. And I’ve lost him.”
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