Название: Return of the Indian
Автор: Lynne Banks Reid
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007384907
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Omri gazed at her. He had not the very faintest idea of what to do, and here she was, trusting him.
“Don’t you think you’d be better at home – in the village?” he suggested helplessly.
She shook her head violently.
“Village all fire. Dead – dead!” She pointed everywhere on the ground. “No help. Omri only help Little Bull brother.”
Brother! Yes. Little Bull had swopped drops of blood with him in that last moment, making them blood-brothers. He must, he must find a way to help! But how?
At that moment, Little Bull stirred and groaned.
Instantly, Twin Stars crouched beside him. Omri, whose eyes had begun to get used to focusing on minute detail once again, noticed suddenly that she had grown fat. Could it be that…? But Little Bull was groaning and muttering. His legs were twitching. Omri forgot about Twin Stars’ new shape for the moment.
“What’s he saying?”
“Say, Omri, Omri’,” reported Twin Stars. There was more muttering, and then she said, “Now say, ‘brother’.” She looked up at him with a look he couldn’t bear.
He stood up.
“Listen,” he said hoarsely. “I have to bring help. I need something…” He looked at her. “Lend me your moccasins.” He pointed to her feet. Bewildered but obedient, she bent and took off the soft shoes made of bead-embroidered animal hide, and gave them to him. He wrapped them carefully in a twist of paper and put them in his pocket.
“Take care of him,” he said. “I’ll be back.”
Omri locked his bedroom door behind him and went downstairs.
It was Friday night (luckily, or he’d have had homework, which he wouldn’t have been able to do). His parents and Gillon were watching television. Adiel had gone out with friends.
“Mum, d’you remember Patrick?” He spoke very casually.
“Of course I remember Patrick.”
“He moved to the country.”
“I know.”
“I saw him last week.”
“Where?”
“Outside school. He said his mother had come back for a visit.”
“To her sister, I expect.” His mother turned back to the set.
“Her sister? I didn’t know Patrick had an aunt!”
“Don’t be silly, of course you did. She lived three doors down from our old house.”
Omri frowned, remembering. “With those two revolting little girls?”
“Tamsin and Emma. Bonkins or something. Donkins. They’re Patrick’s cousins.”
“D’you think Patrick might be there?”
“You can soon find out. I’ve still got her phone number in my book. It’s on the hall table.”
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