"Jody Lynn Nye - The Grand Tour" - читать интересную книгу автора (Nye Jody Lynn)

Change high! Expect strong gusts today!тАЭ Chuck had to stop and stare at him. The boy was dressed in
the knee pants and flat cap he associated with golfers. The costume was from the turn of the century.
тАЬHeтАЩs out of date,тАЭ Chuck said.
тАЬSurely not,тАЭ Keir said. тАЬThatтАЩs todayтАЩs news.тАЭ
тАЬBooo-oooard!тАЭ shouted a conductor in a dark blue uniform trimmed with gold. With one arm he
held back a group of people walking up the steps and waved Chuck and Keir forward, gesturing to
them to ascend into a handsome, mahogany-wood car. Its windows glittered enticingly. Chuck trod
carefully up the steps, maneuvering his heap of belongings through the rectangular door that stretched
wide at the sides to allow its passage. At last, his adventure was beginning. When he rose in the
morning, safe and sound in his own bed, he would be a more enlightened man, free of the troubling
thoughts and nameless dreads that had nearly destroyed his ordinary life.




Chapter 3

Morit watched the Visitors board the train car with resentment boiling in his heart. His dark brows
drew down over his lined forehead. He leaned over the conductorтАЩs arm to get a good look, studying
the faces of the strangers. There was nothing special about them. They looked just like people!
тАЬHow dare the conductor let them jump ahead in the queue?тАЭ he grumbled to his wife. тАЬWe have
just as much right to board as they doтАФmore! We live here. TheyтАЩre intruders.тАЭ
тАЬUm-hmm,тАЭ Blanda hummed, checking over her many bags and parcels. She tapped each of them
with a forefinger as if she was making sure everything was there. Morit growled into his beard.
CouldnтАЩt she see that they were being insulted? But she never did, curse the woman. She smiled up at
him, her round, pleasant face aglow. Her fluffy light brown hair was neatly waved and pinned up
against the back of her head. Her tweed traveling coat was buttoned up tight over her white ruffled
blouse and plain tan skirt.
тАЬItтАЩll be a nice journey, wonтАЩt it, dear?тАЭ she asked, tucking her hand into his elbow. Morit snorted.
The conductor lowered his arm and Morit shoved past him up and into the car. Blanda followed a pace
or two behind.
тАЬNice day, isnтАЩt it?тАЭ she said to the uniformed man. He smiled and tipped his hat to her.
тАЬYes, mum. Hope you have a pleasant journey.тАЭ
тАЬThank you, dear,тАЭ Blanda said.
Morit growled to himself and stalked ahead. Blanda caught up with him before he reached their
reserved seats.
тАЬYou shouldnтАЩt just ignore people,тАЭ she said, with gentle reproof in her voice. тАЬIt isnтАЩt nice.тАЭ
тАЬWhat does the conductor care if we have a pleasant journey? ItтАЩs his job to get us there whether we
enjoy it or not!тАЭ Morit turned to throw their bags up onto the baggage racks, and found there was no
room overhead. Nightmare take it, whose were all of those?
тАЬMy mother always said you should treat people as though they were the ones who dreamed you,тАЭ
Blanda recited, as she always did when quoting one of her thousands of relatives, all of whom Morit
detested. He cursed under his breath as he surveyed the gloomily appointed car. The Visitors had taken
up every rack for yards around their seats with their mess of bags, probably all over the allowable
weight. How dare they impinge on everyone elseтАЩs space? Why were they here at all?

The inside of the train was as handsome as the outside had been. The walls were covered with silk
brocade in a plume and stripe Regency pattern of muted maroon, and the brass sconces gleamed
golden against them. The wooden trim around door and window frames was the same deep mahogany.
In contrast, the undercloth on the table between the facing seats was bottle green. It all looked very