"Esther M. Friesner - A Beltaine And Suspenders" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friesner Esther M)

very reason immune from her brief access of temper. "I can not carry all this to

the railway station, and I will not leave it behind, unattended."



Telemachuscrept forward and timorously laid hands upon two of Olivia's larger
satchels. "I'll carry it for you if you come with us," he piped.



"Oh, very well."



It was a fine day for a hike, the air crisp, the vantage clear. The trio found

themselves compelled to take frequent rests, to allow poor chivalricTelemachus

to regain his breath as he toiled along with the luggage. Olivia carried her own

rucksack and the two smaller valises, Father Herrick limited himself to his own

rucksack, the boxed lunch, and the burden of spirituality.



It was during one of these pauses for refreshment that the fog rolled in. It was

quite a thick fog, not at all the sort of meteorological phenomenon one expected

in Sussex, at that time of year, over such topological features, and with so

little warning. As a matter of fact it did not so much roll in as drop from

above, with a nearly audible thud, as if some unseen Power On High had elected

just that moment to let fall a bale of celestial cotton upon the earth.



"Well, I must say, I like this," said Olivia, peering through the miasma with

vision blurred by dew-hung lashes.



"Please don't whine, Miss Drummond." Father Herrick stopped to consult the

reverse of the greengrocer's bill. "Albeit the going has become a trifle less