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Monday, April 16, 2012
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And there was only one way to do so.
He hardened himself to the fact of it, walling himself away
from his emotions, drawing from some final reserve the last of
his strength. He cast about the cavern floor until he found what
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he needed. It was a rock that was approximately the size and
shape of an axe-blade, jagged on one side, hard enough to have
survived intact its fall from the chamber ceiling where it had
been loosened by the battle four centuries earlier between Al-
lanon and the serpent Valg. The rock lay twenty feet away,
clearly beyond reach of any ordinary man. But not him. He
summoned a fragment of the magic that remained to him, forc-
ing himself to remain steady during its use. The rock inched
forward, scraping as it moved, a slow scratching in the cavern's
silence. Walker grew light-headed from the strain, the fever
burning through him, leaving him nauseated. Yet he kept the
rock moving closer.
At last it was within reach of his free hand. He let the magic
slip away, taking long moments to gather himself. Then he
stretched out his arm to the rock, and his fingers closed tightly
about it. Slowly he gathered it in, finding it impossibly heavy,
so heavy in fact that he was not certain he could manage to lift
it let alone . . .
He could not finish the thought. He could not dwell on what
he was about to do. He dragged the rock over until it was next
to him, braced himself firmly with his knees, took a deep breath,
raised the rock overhead, hesitated for just an instant, then in a
rush of fear and anguish brought it down. It smashed into the
stone of his arm between elbow and wrist, hammering it with
such force that it jarred his entire body. The resulting pain was
so agonizing that it threatened to render him unconscious. He
screamed as waves of it washed through him; he felt as if he
were being torn apart from the inside out. He fell forward, gasp-
ing for breath, and the axe-blade rock dropped from his nerve-
less fingers.
Friday, April 13, 2012
They didn't speak for a time
"Then perhaps he is relying on you to tell him."
Par nodded slowly. "That makes better sense. I told him I
was going; maybe he thinks that one of us going is enough."
Coil stretched his big frame full length on the ground and
stared up into the trees. "But you don't believe that either, do
you?"
His brother smiled faintly. "No."
"You still think that it's something else."
"Yes."
They didn't speak for a time, staring off into the woods, think-
ing their separate thoughts. Slender streams of sunlight played
along their bodies through chinks in the limbs canopied over-
head, and the songs of birds filtered through the stillness. "I
like it here," Par said finally.
Coil had his eyes closed. "Where do you think he's hiding?"
"Walker? I don't know. Under a rock, I suppose."
"You're to6 quick to judge him, Par. You don't have the right
to do that."
Par bit off what he was going to say next and contented him-
self with watching a ray of sunlight work its way across Coil's
face until it was in his eyes, causing him to blink and shift his
body. Coil sat up, his squarish face a mask of contentment. Not
much of anything ruffled him; he always managed to keep his
sense of balance. Par admired him for that. Coil always under-
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stood the relative importance of events in the greater scheme of
things.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
I don't think so.
It was not until after dinner, when she made her way up the narrow stairs to her room and heard him following, that it occurred to her that his interest was more than conversational. She almost burst out laughing as he took her arm with clumsy caution outside her door. She kissed him on the cheek and told him to get on with his books. When he knocked on the door an hour later, however, she let him in. She was feeling very cold.
He was overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement; he was not able to contain himself even for a minute. In the small and icy hours of the morning he tried again. Elizabeth, reluctant to be awoken from deep sleep after a long day's walk, submitted wearily. He did not want to talk to her in the morning; he wanted to leave as quickly as possible. She felt a little tenderness toward him. She wondered what function the episode had served in his life and in his mythology of himself.
She liked living alone, she liked being alone. She ate what she wanted, not proper meals but plates of mushrooms and baked potatoes, grapes, peaches, or soups she made herself. She filled glasses with ice cubes and lemon slices, then poured gin over them, hearing the explosion of the ice, leaving hardly any room for tonic water. She had plastic tops that kept the wine drinkable from one day to the next.
In the cinema, she could drown in the sensuous load of picture and sound without the distraction of company or conversation. In the worst films she wandered off from the story and inhabited the scenery in a plot of her own. She felt self-conscious about going unaccompanied in case she should meet a couple she knew hand-in-hand in the foyer on their evening out; so she generally went on Saturday afternoon, entering in the after-lunch daylight, emerging in the darkness with the full evening still ahead.
By the end of a weekend she did want to talk to someone. She had read articles in the papers or seen something on the television that had set her mind moving; she needed to test her response.
"What do you know about the war, Irene?" she said. "You know, the First World War."
" 'Pack up your troubles' and all that stuff?" said Irene. "Terrible business, wasn't it?"
"Did your father fight in it?" said Elizabeth, cutting the hairy, internal stalk from the centre of a quartered tomato.
"I don't think so. I never asked him. But he fought in something because I've seen his medals."
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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"We mout as well go down to Uncle Ziah's," decided
Ransie, "and spend the night." He climbed into the
cart on one side, and Ariela climbed in on the other.
Obeying the flap of his rope, the little red bull slowly
came around on a tack, and the cart crawled away in the
nimbus arising from its wheels.
Justice-of-the-peace Benaja Widdup smoked his elder-
stem pipe. Late in the afternoon he got his weekly paper,
and read it until the twilight dimmed its lines. Then
he lit the tallow candle on his table, and read until the
moon rose, marking the time for supper. He lived in
the double log cabin on the slope near the girdled poplar.
Going home to supper he crossed a little branch darkened
by a laurel thicket. The dark figure of a man stepped
from the laurels and pointed a rifle at his breast. His
hat was pulled down low, and something covered most of
his face.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
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After supper the flying pair disappeared quickly-
Although Sam haunted lobby and stairway and halls half
the night, in some mysterious way the fugitives eluded
him; and in the morning the veiled lady in the brown
dress with the accordion-plaited skirt and the dapper
young man with the close-clipped hair, and the buckboard
with the prancing nags, were gone.
It is a monotonous story, that of the ride; so it shall be
curtailed. Once again we overtook them on a road. We
were about fifty yards behind. They turned in the
buckboard and looked at us; then drove on without
whipping up their horses. Their safety no longer lay
in speed. Ben Tatum knew. He knew that the only
rock of safety left to him was the code. There is no
doubt that, had he been alone, the matter would have been
settled quickly with Sam Durkee in the usual way;
but he had something at his side that kept still the
trigger-finger of both. It seemed likely that he was
no coward.
Monday, April 9, 2012
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The young man gave a low whistle and his eyes flashed with a sudden
thought. His hand flew to the inside pocket of his coat, and drew
out a handful of letters. Selecting one, he handed it to the boy,
following it with a silver dollar from his vest-pocket.
"Give that letter to the lady," he said, "and ask her to read it.
Tell her that it should explain the situation. Tell her that, if she
had mingled a little trust with her conception of the ideal, much
heartache might have been avoided. Tell her that the loyalty she
prizes so much has never wavered. Tell her I am waiting for an
answer."
The messenger stood before the lady.
"De gent says he's had de ski-bunk put on him widout no cause. He
says he's no bum guy; and, lady, yer read dat letter, and I'll bet
yer he's a white sport, all right."
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The diners accepted the revelation in various ways--some
incredulously, some with congratulations; others turned upon her the
stream of badinage that had hitherto been directed at Aileen alone.
And Tildy's heart swelled in her bosom, for she saw at last the
towers of Romance rise above the horizon of the grey plain in which
she had for so long travelled.
For two days Mr. Seeders came not again. During that time Tildy
established herself firmly as a woman to be wooed. She bought
ribbons, and arranged her hair like Aileen's, and tightened her waist
two inches. She had a thrilling but delightful fear that Mr. Seeders
would rush in suddenly and shoot her with a pistol. He must have
loved her desperately; and impulsive lovers are always blindly
jealous.
Friday, April 6, 2012
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About two hours later I saw an excited crowd besieging the front
of a drug store. In a desert where nothing happens this was
manna; so I edged my way inside. On an extemporized couch of
empty boxes and chairs was stretched the mortal corporeality of
Major Wentworth Caswell. A doctor was testing him for the
immortal ingredient. His decision was that it was conspicuous
by its absence.
The erstwhile Major had been found dead on a dark street and
brought by curious and ennuied citizens to the drug store. The
late human being had been engaged in terrific battle--the details
showed that. Loafer and reprobate though he had been, he had
been also a warrior. But he had lost. His hands were yet clinched
so tightly that his fingers would not be opened. The gentle
citizens who had know him stood about and searched their vocabularies
to find some good words, if it were possible, to speak of him.
One kind-looking man said, after much thought: "When 'Cas' was about
fo'teen he was one of the best spellers in school."
While I stood there the fingers of the right hand of "the man that
was" which hung down the side of a white pine box, relaxed, and
dropped something at my feet. I covered it with one foot quietly,
and a little later on I picked it up and pocketed it. I reasoned
that in his last struggle his hand must have seized that object
unwittingly and held it in a death grip.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
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"'Yes,' says I, 'I remember. My foot slipped as I was jumping on the
step, and I nearly tumbled off.'
"'I know,' says she. 'And--and I--I was afraid you had, John A. I
was afraid you had.'
"And then she skips into the house through one of the big windows."
IV
"Coketown!" droned the porter, making his way through the slowing car.
Pescud gathered his hat and baggage with the leisurely promptness of
an old traveller.
"I married her a year ago," said John. "I told you I built a house in
the East End. The belted--I mean the colonel--is there, too. I find
him waiting at the gate whenever I get back from a trip to hear any
new story I might have picked up on the road."
Friday, March 30, 2012
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On the way he uttered only a few brief phrases, telling me he had
left mother with Tatyana Pavlovna and so on. He walked holding my
arm. His lodging was not far off and we soon arrived. I had, in
fact, never been in these rooms of his. It was a small flat of
three rooms, which he had taken or rather Tatyana Pavlovna had
taken simply for that "tiny baby." The flat had always been under
Tatyana Pavlovna's supervision, and in it had been installed a
nurse with the baby (and now Darya Onisimovna, too), but there had
always been a room there for Versilov, the outermost of the three,
a fairly good and spacious room, snugly furnished,
like a study for
literary pursuits. On the table, on the shelves, and on a whatnot
there were numbers of books (while at mother's there were none at
all); there were manuscripts and bundles of letters--in fact, it
all looked snug and as though it had been long inhabited, and I
know that in the past Versilov had sometimes, though not very
often, moved into this flat altogether, and had stayed there even
for weeks at a time. The first thing that caught my attention was
a portrait of mother that hung over the writing table; a photograph
in a magnificent carved frame of rare wood, obviously taken abroad
and judging from its size a very expensive one.
I had never heard
of this portrait and knew nothing of it before, and what struck me
most of all was the likeness which was remarkable in a photograph,
the spiritual truth of it, so to say; in fact it looked more like a
real portrait by the hand of an artist than a mere mechanical
print. When I went in I could not help stopping before it at once.
"Isn't it, isn't it?" Versilov repeated behind me, meaning, "Isn't
it like?" I glanced at him and was struck by the expression of his
face. He was rather pale, but there was a glowing and intense look
in his eyes which seemed shining with happiness and strength. I
had never seen such an expression on his face.
"I did not know that you loved mother so much!" I blurted out,
suddenly delighted.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
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I noticed at once that the old man had lurking in his mind a
painful conviction (it was impossible to avoid noticing it, indeed)
that every one had begun to look at him strangely, that every one
had begun to behave to him not as before, not as to a healthy man.
This impression never left him even at the liveliest social
functions. The old man had become suspicious, had begun to detect
something in every one's eyes. He was evidently tormented by the
idea that every one suspected him of being mad. He sometimes
looked mistrustfully even at me. And if he had found out that some
one was spreading or upholding such rumours, the benevolent old man
would have become his implacable foe. I beg that this circumstance
may be noted. I may add that it was what decided me from the first
day not to be rude to him; in fact, I was glad if I were able
sometimes to amuse or entertain him; I don't think that this
confession can cast any slur on my dignity.
The greater part of his money was invested. He had since his
illness become a partner in a large joint stock enterprise, a very
safe one, however. And though the management was in other hands he
took a great interest in it, too, attended the shareholders'
meetings, was appointed a director, presided at the board-meetings,
opposed motions, was noisy and obviously enjoyed himself. He was
very fond of making speeches: every one could judge of his brain
anyway. And in general he developed a great fancy for introducing
profound reflections and bon mots in his conversation, even in the
intimacy of private life. I quite understand it.
On the ground floor of his house there was something like a private
office where a single clerk kept the books and accounts and also
managed the house. This clerk was quite equal to the work alone,
though he had some government job as well, but by the prince's own
wish I was engaged to assist him; but I was immediately transferred
to the prince's study, and often had no work before me, not even
books or papers to keep up appearances. I am writing now sobered
by time; and about many things feel now almost like an outsider;
but how can I describe the depression (I recall it vividly at this
moment) that weighed down my heart in those days, and still more,
the excitement which reached such a pitch of confused feverishness
that I did not sleep at night--all due to my impatience, to the
riddles I had set myself to solve.
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Benjy sniffed several times before explaining. "Ship was wrecked t'pieces out on the sea at the start of summer. Burrom the hedgehog was hurled bad by a falling mast, but she clung to it an' pulled us aboard with her. Figgs too, though she was just born; don't know what happened to Figgs's mother. We got washed through the rocks into the cove; been living here all through summer.
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Poor Burrom never really got over that mast falling on her. She was mixed up all the time, talking strange." Benjy shuddered hugely, as if fighting back more tears. Finnbarr kept him talking as a distraction.
"How long's she been like that... I mean ..."
The young squirrel pulled himself together gallantly. "You mean dead? Since last full moon, though I couldn't tell Wincey and Figgs. They kept wanting to see her, but I told them she was sleeping/'
"But you said father," Joseph interrupted. "Burrom was a female?"
The young squirrel smiled through his tears. "That was Wincey's idea. She never knew her father, so she thought it would be nice to call Burrom father. I told Figgs we were her family, brothers and sisters. She's too small to know any different."
To cheer him up Rosie chuckled, "Well I'm a mother and you can count on me, though you'll have lots of fathers aboard Pearl Queen, brothers too. Hmm, should've brought more sisters along with us!"
When they got back to the ship, Foremole had made beds up for Wincey and Figgs in the crew's accommodation. Joseph settled down on the hatch covers with Benjy close by, and they lay watching the stars, like silver pins, holding up the dark, velvet canopy of the night sky. Joseph outlined his plans for them. "We're sailing in the morning, right after breakfast. I think you and your sisters would be better off coming along with us, Benjy. What d'you think?"
"I think that's the best thing too, sir. I'll have to tell Wincey and Figgs that Burrom won't be coming along. It'll be difficult, 'specially for little Figgs."
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
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Faith Spinney shook her paw severely at Furgle. "Show some respect for your elders. My grandma used to say the same thing, Flowers of Icetor from the mountains of the north. Now I recalls her words, she always said that they could cure most anythin'. But who knows where the mountains of the north are? Mercy me, no right-thinkin' Redwaller ever goes north. That's badlands. Tis a hard and hostile region we know little about."
"Mousewives' tale or no, we've got to give it a try." Bremmun stood up officiously. "I'll go this very day, see if I don't."
Thrugg had been standing nearby waiting to speak with Hollyberry. He pressed Bremmun back down into his chair. "No, matey, you're too old and long in the tooth t' be climb-in' northern mountains. I'll go. Oh, Hollyberry, yore wanted up in the Affirmery梩wo more creatures just been took poorly."
Mrs. Faith Spinney was very fond of Thrugg. She patted his paw. "Oh, you are a brave creature, Thrugg. We must send somebeast with you to help you on your quest."
Thrugg shuffled awkwardly. "Bless yer, marm, but I'll be fine steerin' a lone course. Every spare pair o' paws will be needed 'ere at Redwall to cope with the fever. 'Sides, I'm mortal feared of bein' sick, so I'd best find this flower quick like. What's it called again, Furgle?"
"Heh heh. Icetor, you great ignoramus桭lowers of Icetor. Though as to where you'll find it or the north mountains is a mystery to me."
Thrugg took hold of Furgle in his brawny paws and lifted him easily on to the tabletop. "Hark t' me, woodvole. You ever call me iggeramius agin an' you'll be goin' for a swim in the pond, fully dressed. Yore so clever, but not clever enough t' see the answer to your own question. Where's the north mountains? Why, in the North, o' course. There's a path right outside this 'ere Abbey leadin' north, an' I intends takin'
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it. Flowers of Icetor, eh. Don't you fret yore spikes, Mrs. Spinney梠l' Thrugg will bring back bouquets of 'em! I ain't never seen no Flowers of Icetor, but I 'spect if they're so val'ble an* rare I'll know those blossoms as soon as I claps eyes on 'em. Mountain's in the north, flowers is on the mountain梬hat more does a beast need t' know? You leave it t' me, mates!"
The big otter's logic was so strong and straightforward that he received a hearty round of applause. Everybeast was in agreement, Thrugg was the otter for the job; in fact, the quest-.jngMight in Thrugg's eye discouraged any fainthearted disagreement.
Being a beast of his word and a creature of action, Thrugg set out without delay, taking with him his throwing sling and pebbles and a large haversack of food. Night had long fallen when he was waved off along the north path from the Abbey gates by a contingent of his Redwall friends.
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