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The Familiars: Animal Wizardry. Adam Epstein
Читать онлайн.Название The Familiars: Animal Wizardry
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isbn 9780007542802
Автор произведения Adam Epstein
Жанр Природа и животные
Издательство HarperCollins
Aldwyn turned back towards the runlet, which split the meadow in two. In spite of the absence of the crowded streets and marble towers of Bridgetower, this open and empty place already felt strangely like home to him. He trotted ahead, each step cushioned rather pleasantly by the soft grass beneath his feet. His paws, hardened from a life of pounding the city’s cobblestone streets, could get used to this!
Aldwyn reached a shallow part of the runlet where he could sit comfortably on the shore while splashing himself gingerly with the water. He began flicking his paw, sending drops of icy water onto his fur. Then something upstream caught his attention: a school of odd-looking tadpoles. Aldwyn rose up on his hind legs to take a closer look at the unusual swarm of baby amphibians. They had white, egg-shaped bodies with veins of red streaking through them. As the tadpoles passed by, something strange happened: they seemed to slow down and stare right at him. That’s when Aldwyn realised that these were not tadpoles: they were a pack of swimming eyeballs. Their detached optic nerves wiggled through the water behind them like tiny tails! By the time this shudder-worthy vision had fully registered with Aldwyn, the school of eyes had been taken swiftly downstream by the current.
He had to get another look; his first had been so fleeting he couldn’t be sure if what he had seen was really true. Aldwyn hurried along the shore, trying to catch up with the fast-travelling eyeballs. Were they moving freely on their own? Were they the gruesome remains of some hideous crime? Ahead, Aldwyn spied a log that crossed the runlet. If he could reach it in time, he might be able to pounce upon it to get a better glance. He sprinted faster and then took a jump for the length of fallen tree. His claws dug into the wet bark as he steadied himself on the slippery birch. Aldwyn peered down to see the escaping eyes rush past him, under the log and into the light rapids beyond. Aldwyn made a desperate attempt to grab the last of the bobbing and weaving eyeballs, but in his haste took a tumble and found himself neck deep in the freezing runlet. By the time he had waded back to shore, any evidence of his mysterious encounter had disappeared.
On the walk back from the runlet, Aldwyn shook the wet from his fur and gave some thought as to whether or not to speak of this most recent brush with the unbelievable. Would his new companions think him crazy? Best not to find out, he decided. He still wasn’t sure how much trust he could place in these strangers. Aldwyn knew from his experiences in Bridgetower that most animals were only out for themselves and he found it hard to believe that these two would be any different.
Aldwyn approached the front door and entered the cottage. It was a quaint dwelling if ever he had seen one. Kalstaff and the young wizards were sitting on vine hammocks strung up to the ceiling in front of a fireplace, eating two-day-old dried mushroom salad. The uneven floor appeared to be made of tree roots woven together; long twisting coils of birch and oak that created a solid surface to stand upon. A collection of antique weapons was mounted on the wall, mostly tarnished swords but also more unusual tools of combat, like a spiked club, a trident and a halberd—trophies from the valiant battles of Kalstaff’s past. In the centre of the room hung a hive of twigs and wax, glowing from the lightning bugs that swarmed inside and around it.
Aldwyn poked his nose in a bowl of gizzards that had been left out for him, but an unexpected wave of exhaustion overcame him. For the first time in his life, he was too tired to eat. Which made sense, given all the day’s excitement: he had been chased by Grimslade and his demonic shadow hound, seen magical animals in the familiar shop, ventured miles beyond the walls of Bridgetower and discovered that he would be a young wizard’s familiar. Not to mention his run-in with the swimming eyeballs. He could only imagine what other surprises were in store for him tomorrow. Suddenly, Aldwyn’s eyes became very heavy and before he could even find a cosy place to curl up on the floor, he fell into a deep sleep.
Tiny kitten paws hovered above the grass. It felt as if he was flying… or was he being carried? The sound of a river current came nearer. Then his own face was staring back at him in the water. He was much younger, though, and the tip of his ear was still there. A nest of twigs was floating by. And then he was falling, falling…
Aldwyn awoke from his slumber with a start. He had had this dream before; it visited him on nights of deep, uninterrupted sleep, but its meaning remained a mystery. As he opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was at first. He expected to be surrounded by rooftop shingles and cooing pigeons, but instead found himself on a twisted-root floor in front of a still-crackling fire. Confusion soon gave way to memories of the previous day and its haunting conclusion down by the runlet. There was something foreboding and sinister about the mass of spying eyeballs that made him think he should tell the others about it. But once again, Aldwyn chose to keep the unsettling encounter to himself. He stretched luxuriously and then got up and walked outside, where he was surprised to find the sun hanging high in the sky. When was the last time he had slept this late?
Aldwyn saw that Marianne, Dalton and Jack were already outside the cottage, each holding big, thick volumes of parchment bound by twine in front of them. Kalstaff was waiting for them by a row of tree stumps in the glen, standing in front of a tablet of slate. Aldwyn noticed that it was covered with all kinds of intricate symbols and letters written in chalk. The students sat down in this strange outdoor classroom and Kalstaff began the morning lesson, tapping the glass ball at the tip of his rod against the board three times. A second later, the chalk symbols began to rearrange themselves into an orderly figure of eight.
Aldwyn walked over to Gilbert and Skylar, who waited eagerly nearby to see what assistance the wizards would need during today’s tutorial.
“Look at what the cat dragged in,” said Skylar, rather stiffly. “That was a joke,” she added, seeing Aldwyn’s straight-faced reaction. “You know, because you’re a cat and you were late.”
“She doesn’t understand humour,” said Gilbert. “See, what she should have said is, ‘Talk about a cat nap!’”
Aldwyn let out a laugh. “Now that’s funny.”
Skylar looked at them, confused. “I don’t get it. What’s the difference?”
Without answering her question, Gilbert nudged a giant oak leaf towards Aldwyn, who looked down to see a few crumbs of cheese on it.
“I saved you some breakfast,” said Gilbert. “But then, umm, I got hungry and ate most of it.”
“Why didn’t anyone wake me?” asked Aldwyn.
“Kalstaff believes that the natural sleep cycle should remain undisturbed, that we learn more with our eyes closed than we do with them open,” replied Skylar. “Of course, if that were true, Gilbert would be a genius.”
“Thank you,” said Gilbert cheerfully.
Aldwyn considered telling him it wasn’t a compliment, but decided to keep his mouth shut.
Over by the tree stumps, Kalstaff began throwing sprinkles of crushed nightshade into the air.
“Look, Kalstaff is preparing to conjure a fire spirit,” whispered Skylar. “We should gather some juniper berries and sage leaves. They’ll need them to cast the spell.”
With a flap of her wings, Skylar soared off towards the woods. Aldwyn noticed she had a tiny satchel slung across her back.
By the time Aldwyn and Gilbert reached the boundary where the glen met the woods, Skylar was already filling her satchel with ripe, purple berries. Gilbert started plucking sage leaves. Aldwyn pretended