"Cornwell, Bernard - Sharpe 00 - Sharpe's Fortress" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cornwell Bernard)millet. And so it does. Ezekiel, the fourth chapter and the ninth
verse." The Sergeant held the book close to his eyes, squinting at the text. He had a round face, afflicted with wens, like a suet pudding studded with currants. '"Take thou also unto thee wheat, and barley," he read laboriously, '"and beans, and lentils, and millet, and fitches, and put them in one vessel, and make thee bread thereof" Colquhoun carefully closed his Bible, wrapped it in a scrap of tarred canvas and stowed it in his pouch. "It pleases me, sir," he explained, 'if I can find everyday things in the scriptures. I like to see things, sir, and imagine my Lord and Saviour seeing the selfsame things." "But why millet?" Sharpe asked. "These crops, sir," Colquhoun said, pointing to the tall stems that surrounded them, 'are millet. The natives call itjowari, but our name is millet." He cuffed the sweat from his face with his sleeve. The red dye of his coat had faded to a dull purple. "This, of course," he went on, 'is pearl millet, but I doubt the scriptures mention pearl millet. Not specifically." after all. They looked like bulrushes, except they were taller. Nine or ten feet high. "Must be a bastard to harvest," he said, but got no response. Sergeant Colquhoun always tried to ignore swear words. "What are fitches?" McCallum asked. "A crop grown in the Holy Land," Colquhoun answered. He plainly did not know. "Sounds like a disease, Sergeant," McCallum said. "A bad dose of the fitches. Leads to a course of mercury." One or two men sniggered at the reference to syphilis, but Colquhoun ignored the levity. "Do you grow millet in Scotland?" Sharpe asked the Sergeant. "Not that I am aware of, sir," Colquhoun said ponderously, after reflecting on the question for a few seconds, 'though I daresay it might be found in the Lowlands. They grow strange things there. English things." |
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