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

Telemachuscame out of the well covered head to foot in discarded poultry

feathers, but no worse for the wear. Granny Bones cupped her plump hands to her

mouth and let loose a long, eerie, yodeling cry. Immediately every cottage door

but one flew open and the inhabitants of Greater AmbroseSurlesard came pouring

onto the town green to greet the visitors.



They had indeed achieved their rural grail of Greater AmbroseSurlesard , of that

much the natives informed them right off the bat. "Ye'rea fortuned as ye didn't

gotoomblies intoth 'rivvy ," saidgudeman PaisleyBloodwell , who ran the town's

public house and in-a-pinch inn. He and his sturdy sonWensley took charge of

the visitors' baggage at once and had them installed in the two spare bedrooms

abovestairsbeforeTelemachus got all the feathers plucked out of his hair.



"What, ah, 'rivvy'?" Father Herrick asked, ducking to avoid smashing his

forehead on one of the inn's low-hanging beams.



"Whatrivvy , ask 'un? Why, t'Sard , blest be! Else where'd ye think ye was then,

arr? Aye, Greater Ambrose ever be on t'rivvySard , fromwhencit t' proud name

of 'un, albeit in theyFrenchitruffledNormeen talk, so 'tis. An' mighty fine

troutsa man can tickle out of 'un, too, do he set his mind at."



"Textbook case," said Father Herrick some time later as the three adventurers

huddled around a plank table in the common room, nursing the local ale.

"Absolutely a textbook case of isolated primitivism at its finest. The place
utterly reeks with the hot pulsing of blood spilled before the ever-avid gods of