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"Don't set the house on fire," Ark was begging. "I don't
want any of us to get hurt. Please take the torch outside."
"I have no fear of you," cried Goodwife Filster. "I am
the arm of righteousness. I am the avenger of fallen Istar."
"Goodie, that's crazy talk!" said Widow Muffin, and
right then I knew she had said the wrong thing. I leaped up
the two back steps, stepped over the chain at the bottom of
the doorway, and stomped into the shop as loudly as I
could.
"You - !" Goodwife Filster was starting to shout a bad
word, but she stopped when I came in and turned around.
When I saw her, I wondered if I had made a very bad
mistake, because Goodwife Filster had a hatchet in the hand
that didn't have the torch. Her eyes were shining like black
stones at the bottom of a cold creek. Ark and Widow
Muffin were bunched up in a corner, and Ark was holding a
footstool with the widow back behind him. The place stank
of burned fish. Everyone froze as I came in. The only thing
I could hear was the crackling of the torch flames.
It was time to do something, so I waved my arms and
the satchel and shouted the first thing that came into my
head. "Hey!" I yelled at Goodwife Filster. "Got any sugar
buns?"
I didn't know what to expect, but I certainly didn't
expect that Goodwife Filster could move so fast for
someone built so dumpy. She didn't say a thing, at least not
that I remember, but she came at me like a wild horse, and I
knew I was going to be a very sorry kender if I didn't move
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