"Simon Hawke - Wizard 7 - The Wizard of Camelot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

"Now pinch me back!''

I pinched her and she gave out a small cry, for she had pinched me hard and
I'd
been none too gentle myself.

"It's true," she whispered. "My God, Tom, it's all true! He really is Merlin!"

"Did you have any doubt?" asked Merlin, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
"All
right, little birds, time to come home to roost! Breakfast is ready!"

"No, not yet! " Michelle protested.

"Now none of that," said Merlin. "Do what your uncle Merlin tells you."

They both settled gently to the floor, despite Michelle flapping her arms
furiously in a futile effort to remain airborne. "Oh, no! Please, Uncle
Merlin,
can't we fly a little longer?"

"Yes, please!" Christine said. "Just a few more minutes! Can't we fly a few
more
minutes? "

"Fly?" said Merlin, feigning astonishment. "Don't be silly. Everyone knows
people can't fly."

They both fell silent and simply stared at him.

"Just as everyone knows there's no such thing as magic," he added. "Magic
only
happens in fairy tales. Everyone knows that. Now sit down and eat your
breakfast."

"Oh, pooh!" Michelle said, stamping her foot and pouting as she sat down at
the
table.

"One does not say 'pooh' to one's elders," Merlin admonished her. Then,
turning
to Christine, he added, "And one should not believe everything that people
say,
even if a lot of people say it's true. You should always think for yourself.
I'm
certain your father and mother would agree. That does not mean you shouldn't
listen to them, mind you, but you should always think about the things you
hear,
and not simply accept them because it's what you were told. People who don't
think for themselves often get into a lot of trouble that way. Remember that."