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. What
do you think?"
Goodwife Filster kept staring at me while her lips
moved. I had to lean close to hear her. "Astinus and you?"
she asked. "You were both doing this?"
I nodded. "Yup. See, Ark made me a field recorder, and
I decided to - "
I'm afraid I didn't get much further with my
explanation, because at that point Goodwife Filster sat up
on the cot and yelled out that both you and I should get
together and do something that was remarkably disgusting
and which I'll bet is physically impossible, but which I have
to admit sounded pretty funny to me later on, though you
might not think so. Then she tried to get off the cot and
come after me, but the Wylmeens got to her first.
After things calmed down a bit, Ark and Widow Muffin
carried me back to the shop. On the way, we picked up
Woose, the dwarf, and Cotterpin, the tinker, and Magistrate
Jarvis and Kroogi and several other people who were
friends of at least one of us, and when we got back to the
shop, Ark closed the back door and everyone cleaned me up
and fed me while Ark and the widow told the story of how I
had saved them. They put fresh dirt over all the lamp oil
Goodwife Filster had spilled in the shop and swept it out,
but it still smelled almost as bad as the gas Ark gets from
eating cheese pastries, which I guess he won't eat anymore.
In the process, I heard that the Wylmeens' dog, Mud, was
still alive but he wasn't the same old Mud and was actually
pretty quiet now and wasn't chasing or biting anyone this
evening and maybe won't do it again, or so I hope
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