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Название: The Complete Mouldiwarp Series (Illustrated Edition)
Автор: Эдит Несбит
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‘Tomorrow,’ said the wise woman, ‘the French shall land in Lymchurch Bay.’
Lord Arden laughed.
‘And I give you a sign – three signs,’ said the woman faintly; for it is tiring work seeing into the future, even when you are enlightened with a kiss from someone who has been there. ‘You shall see the white Mouldiwarp, that is the badge of Arden, on your threshold as you enter.’
‘That shall be one sign,’ said the old man mockingly.
‘And the second,’ she said, ‘shall be again the badge of your house, in your own chair in your own parlour.’
‘That seems likely,’ said Lord Arden, sneering.
‘And the third,’ said she, ‘shall be the badge of your house in the arms of this child.’
She turned her back, and picked the hen out of the ashes.
Lord Arden led Edred and Elfrida away, one in each hand, and as he went he was very severe on disobedient children who went straying after wicked witches, and they could not defend themselves without blaming the cook, which, of course, they would not do.
‘Bread and water for dinner,’ he said, ‘to teach you better ways.’
‘Oh, Grandfather,’ said Elfrida, catching at his hand, ‘don’t be so unkind! Just think about when you were little. I’m sure you liked looking at witches, didn’t you, now?’
Lord Arden stared angrily at her, and then he chuckled. ‘It’s a bold girl, so it is,’ he said. ‘I own I remember well seeing a witch ducked no further off than Newchurch, and playing truant from my tutor to see it, too.’
‘There now, you see,’ said Elfrida coaxingly, ‘we don’t mean to be naughty; we’re just like what you were. You won’t make it bread and water, will you? Especially if bread’s so dear.’
Lord Arden chuckled again.
‘Why, the little white mouse has found a tongue, and never was I spoken to so bold since the days I wore petticoats myself,’ he said. ‘Well, well; we’ll say no more about it this time.’
And Edred, who had privately considered that Elfrida was behaving like an utter idiot, thought better of it.
So they turned across the summer fields to Arden Castle. There seemed to be more of the castle than when the children had first seen it, and it was tidier, much. And on the doorstep sat a white mole.
‘There now!’ said Elfrida. The mole vanished like a streak of white paint that is rubbed out.
‘Pooh!’ said Lord Arden. ‘There’s plenty white moles in the world.’
But when he saw the white mole sitting up in his own carved arm-chair in the parlour, he owned that it was very unusual.
Elfrida stooped and held out her arms. She was extremely glad to see the mole. Because ever since she and her brother had come into this strange time she had felt that it would be the greatest possible comfort to have the mole at hand – the mole, who understood everything, to keep and advise; and, above all, to get them safely back into the century they belonged to.
And the Mouldiwarp made a little run and a little jump, and Elfrida caught it and held it against her waist with both her hands.
‘Stay with me,’ whispered Elfrida to the mole.
‘By George!’ said Lord Arden to the universe.
‘So now you see,’ said Edred to Lord Arden.
Chapter IV.
The Landing of the French
Then they had dinner. The children had to sit very straight and eat very slowly, and their glasses were filled with beer instead of water; and when they asked for water Lady Arden asked how many more times they would have to be told that water was unwholesome. Lord Arden was very quiet. At quite the beginning of dinner he had told his wife all about the wise woman, and the landing of the French, and the three signs, and she had said, ‘Law, save us, my lord; you don’t say so?’ and gone on placidly cutting up her meat. But when the cloth had been drawn, and decanters of wine placed among the dishes of dried plums and preserved pears, Lord Arden brought down his fist on the table and said:
‘Not more than three glasses for me today, my lady. I am not superstitious, as well you know; but facts are facts. What did you do with that white Mouldiwarp?’
Elfrida had put it in the bottom drawer of the tallboys in her room (cook had told her which room that was), and said so rather timidly.
‘It’s my belief,’ said Lady Arden, who seemed to see what was her husband’s belief and to make it her own – a very winning quality – ‘it’s my belief that it’s a direct warning; in return, perhaps, for the tea and sugar.’
‘Ah!’ said Lord Arden. ‘Well, whether or no, every man in this village shall be armed and paraded this day, or I’ll know the reason why. I’m not going to have the French stepping ashore as cool as cucumbers, without “With your leave,” or “By your leave,” and anyone to say afterwards, “Well, Arden, you had fair warning, only you would know best.”’
‘No,’ said Lady Arden, ‘that would be unpleasant.’
Lord Arden’s decision was made stronger by the arrival of a man on a very hot horse.
‘The French are coming,’ he said, quite out of breath. But he could not say how he knew. ‘They all say so,’ was all that could be got out of him, and ‘They told me to come tell you, my lord, and what’s us to do?’
We live so safely now; we have nothing to be afraid of. When we have wars they are not in our own country. The police look after burglars, and even thunder is attended to by lightning-rods. It is not easy for us to understand the frantic terror of those times, when, from day to day, every man, woman, and child trembled in its shoes for fear lest ‘the French should come’ – the French, led by Boney. Boney, to us, is Napoleon Buonaparte, a little person in a cocked hat out of the history books. To those who lived in England when he was a man alive, he was ‘the Terror that walked by night,’ making children afraid to go to bed, and causing strong men to sleep in their boots, with sword and pistol by the bed-head, within easy reach of the newly awakened hand.
Edred and Elfrida began to understand a little, when they saw how the foretelling of the wise woman, strengthened by the rumours that began to run about like rats in every house in the village, stirred the people to the wildest activity.
Lord Arden was so busy giving orders, and my lady so busy talking his orders over with the maidservants, that the children were left free to use their eyes and ears. And they went down into the village and saw many strange things. They saw men at the СКАЧАТЬ