"Brian Jacques - Redwall 06 - Martin The Warrior" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jacques Brian)

There where the rainbow ends

I will meet you."

The mousemaid Rose sat quite still as the last tremulous notes of her song
hovered on the evening air. From a vantage point in the rocks south of
Marshank she looked out to sea. The water was tinted gold and scarlet from
soft cloud layers, reflecting the far westering sun at her back. Below on the
shore an ebbing tide gurgled and chuckled small secrets to itself as it lapped
the

pebbles.

"Hurr Miz Roser, you'm cumm an' get this yurr supper. Oi bain't a-cooken
vittles to lay abowt an' git cold 'n' soggy. Bo urr no."
Rose's companion Grumm waved a heavy digging paw at her, and the mousemaid
wandered over to join her mole friend at the low fire he had been cooking on.
She sniffed appreciatively.

"Hmm, wild oatcakes and vegetable soup! Good old Grumm, you could make a
banquet from nothing."

Grumm smiled, his dark velvety face crinkling around two bright button eyes.
He waved the tiny ladle which he always carried thrust through his belt like a
sword.

"Hurr, an' you udd charm'ee burds outener trees with yurr sweet talken, mizzy.
Set'ee daown an' eat oop."

Rose accepted the deep scallop shell full of fragrant soup. Placing her
oatcake on a flat rock across the fire to keep it warm, she shook her head as
she sipped away.

"You're worse than an old mousewife, Grumm Trencher. I wager you'd rock me to
sleep if I let you."

Grumm wagged the small ladle at her. "Hurr aye, you'm needen all yore sleep.
Urrmagine wot yore ole dad'd say iffen oi brought 'ee 'ome tired out an'
a-starved, hoo arr!"

The mousemaid took a hasty bite of oatcake, fanning her mouth. "Oo, 's hot!
There'll be no sleep for us until we've found out whether or not Brome is held
captive in that dreadful fortress."

Grumm wiped his ladle clean with some sedge grass. "May'ap ole Brome jus'
a-wandered off 'n' got losed, may'ap 'ee bain't catchered in yon fortress."

Rose shook her head.