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The Dark Lord of Derkholm. Diana Wynne Jones
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isbn 9780007507597
Автор произведения Diana Wynne Jones
Жанр Детская проза
Издательство HarperCollins
“I’ll go and interrupt him then,” said Elda.
“You do that,” said everyone, anxious for some peace.
They had just settled down again when Elda shot out through the front door with shrill screams. “He isn’t there! He’s gone to call up a demon! Look!” She held out towards them a fruit that glowed orange in the twilight.
“Since when does an apple mean you’re calling a demon?” Kit wanted to know.
“Stupid! It’s underneath! I’ve got it skewered on my talon!” Elda squawked.
“You dipped your talon in a demon?” Don said.
“Ooh!” Elda yelled. She dropped to sitting position, put the orange fruit carefully down on the terrace, and held out her right set of talons with a piece of paper stuck on the middle one. “Someone get it off for me. Carefully.”
Blade went and worked the paper free. Tipping it into the light from the front door, he read in his father’s scrawling writing, “‘Elda, here’s a new fruit for you. Save me the rind and the pips and I’ll look at your story tomorrow. I’ve got to spend the night at Nellsy’s inn.’ This doesn’t say a word about demons, Elda.”
“Come and see,” Elda said portentously.
Blade looked at Don. “Your turn.”
Don snapped his beak at Blade and stood up. “Where?”
“His study, stupid!” Elda said. She galloped back into the house with Don lazily slinking after her. Blade heard their talons clicking up the stairs and hoped that would be the end of the fuss. It was all typical Elda. He had almost forgotten the matter when Don reappeared, walking on three legs, with his tail lashing anxiously.
“She may be right about the demon,” he announced. “He’s not in the house and he’s left four demonologies and a grimoire open on his desk. Here, Lydda. He left this for you. It was on the grimoire making the page greasy.” He handed Lydda a pastry on a piece of paper.
Lydda rose up on her haunches and took the pasty. She sniffed it. She sliced delicately into the crust with the tip of her beak. “Carrots, basil, eggs,” she murmured low in her throat. “Saffron. Something else I can’t make out. This is elegant
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