"Diana Wynne Jones - Mixed Magics" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jones Diana Wynne)

an hour. The sun began setting in gory clouds, behind some low green hills.

"I want my supper," announced Jemima Jane. At the word sup-per, Towser
yawned and started to dribble. He turned to look thoughtfully at the Willing
Warlock, obviously wondering which bits of him tasted best. "Towser's
hungry, too," said Jemima Jane.

The Willing Warlock turned his eyes sideways to look at Towser's great pink
tongue draped over Towser's large white fangs. "I'll stop at the first place
we see," he said obligingly. He began turn-ing over schemes for giving both
of themтАФnot to speak of the carтАФthe slip the moment they allowed him to
stop. If he made himself invisible, so that the dog could not find himтАФ

He seemed to be in luck. Just then a large blue notice that said HADBURY
SERVICES came into view, with a picture of a knife and fork underneath. The
Willing Warlock turned into it with a squeal of tires. "You are wasting
petrol," the car protested.

The Willing Warlock took no notice. He stopped with a jolt among a lot of
other cars, turned himself invisible, and tried to jump out. But he had
forgotten the seat belt. It held him in place long enough for Towser to fix
his fangs in the sleeve of his coat, and that seemed to be enough to make
Towser turn invisible, too. "You have forgotten to set the hand brake," said
the car.

"Doh!" snarled the Willing Warlock miserably, and put the hand brake on. It
was not easy, with Towser's invisible fangs grating his arm.

"You're to fetch me lots and lots," Jemima Jane said. It did not seem to
trouble her that both of them had vanished. "Towser, make sure he brings
me an ice cream."

The Willing Warlock climbed out of the car, lugging the invisible Towser. He
tried some more cunning. "Come with me and show me which ice cream you
want," he called back. Several people in the car park looked around to see
where the invisible voice was coming from.

"I want to stay in the car. I'm tired," whined Jemima Jane.

The invisible teeth fastened in the Willing Warlock's sleeve rum-bled a
little. Invisible dribble ran on his hand. "Oh, all right," he said, and set off
for the restaurant, accompanied by four invisible heavy paws.

Maybe it was a good thing they were both invisible. There was a big sign on
the door: no dogs. And the Willing Warlock still had no money. He went to
the long counter and picked up pies and scones with the hand Towser left
him free. He stuffed them into his pocket so that they would become
invisible, too.

Someone pointed to the Danish pastry he picked up next and screamed,