Indeed, Mrs. Jobson was standing right next to the platform, apparently, completely forgetting about our existence.
- So, you'll have to run there own, a couple of hours, I think you have. Keep and nothing does not deny, have fun out there and for me, - with these words, Mr. Jobson fished from his pocket and handed me a handful of silver coins.
Jobson was, of course, sweetest people, but, in this case, is hopeless adults. Therefore, the ability to entertain two o'clock uncontrollably, was for us to Donnie just a wonderful gift.
The first thing we are the most bought by a huge cloud of cotton candy. I never thought that a piece consisting of one solid sugar, can be so tasty. However, this was the case.
Minute bet to start - Donnie wanted to the zoo, I was attracted to a small stage magician, decided in the end to just start all get a fair clockwise, not missing a single wagon or tent platform.
First we caught the eye of a painted canopy, revealing nothing but as a kind of shooting. Seeing stuck in the ground a number of pins to snap up these rings, I thought for a few seconds, remembering the name of this ancient game.
- Serso! It's hoops, - in response to the puzzled look Donny explained - this game. You need to throw in the ring pins. Have you ever played?
- No, I do not what is not played.
- I did not play, but let's try!
Paying the owner of the tent one serebrushku, I received a number of rings that could barely hold in their hands. Pointing to standing on the dusty shelf plush toys, he explained that the prizes for a series of successful hits.
The first few rings that I threw, thrown anywhere, but not in the right direction. Yeah, yasnenko. Own Accuracy am I missing, one unit has a belt and a crossbow - a total of two. Enough. Donnie results were even more disastrous, he had even a single time was not close to that to get somewhere, and by the way, is a lesson he obviously was not interested. I decided Dobrosav all bought the ring.
Once to the twentieth, I started to get more and more, and then - every third throw. By the time my hands there were only 3 of the ring, I received an unexpected warning system: "Accuracy 1 (1)," "Dexterity 1 (2)." Wow! That's where I'll stay! Donnie half shoving handfuls of coins, which gave me a lawyer, I said he did not get out of this tent, until you learn to throw accurately. A friend said that he would go to the zoo to look at animals, as there simply unbearable yawn.
I'm paying the host institution, with the tenacity of a maniac began again and throw the rings on the pins again. Half an hour later shots and spent two silver coins, I got another one for accuracy and agility. Krivoukhov handed me a plush rabbit, as a prize for ten hits in a row, the owner of the tent said that throw I can no longer, as it is closed for lunch. I did not mind, because I activity already rather tired, although it was certainly helpful.
Donnie, as it turned out, and he came to the zoo. I found him under the nearby shed, where he enthusiastically and passionately played first. Peering over his shoulder and another to estimate the size of the board and the development of the party, I realized that I have a little more free time. Do not look for me this very Rosalind? Something tells us that go to it, I was the best one.
Out on the street, I looked around the neighborhood - nothing like a tent or caravan fortune teller I have not met. However, going forward a little, I saw a small mobile van, painted stars, tails of comets and incomprehensible allegedly cabalistic signs. Resolutely up to him, I realized that I was not mistaken - on the wall of the van-toxic green paint has been written - "Madam Rosalind immortal priestess of the god Aten, Pharaoh's favorite soothsayer Djedefre".
Sooo interesting. Immortal priestess, uh huh. On the kind of crudely painted signs, I must confess, was filled with skepticism. Although ... No, I'm wrong in this world can not immediately dismiss all, what does not allow to put up materialistic education. Often need to remember Marcha detective who searches for the truth always and everywhere, and is not confused by any evidence, including intangibles.
I reached out and firmly knocked on the door.
- Come as a traveler! - a low, hoarse, deliberately mysterious voice said, as though from the bottom of the well.
Peering into the van, if I got into the house witch. Eyes, did not immediately adjust to the dim light of the room, gradually snatched from the darkness more and more details of the situation - the classic bunch of dried mice stuffed a huge lizard, bird skull hanging from the ceiling on strings. ceiling itself was painted with luminous paint and represents a gross image of the sky, with a very recognizable figure constellations. All this beauty was framed in black velvet curtains hanging numerous folds and festoons, against which I did not notice the hostess establishments. The same black dress, her face closed lace mantilla, sitting in front of a small table, with a large glass bowl in the center.
Well, yes, all the canons met. I feel that there is for me the performance of the cleaner, which is now looking to Mrs. and Mr. Jobson. Madam Rosalind, meanwhile, began to view:
- Enter the same young man, sit down - she pointed to the low stool in the center of the van. - Tell me, what have you come?
I obediently sat down on a stool, under which something quietly but clearly clicked. At that moment, the van corners began to spread on the floor either whitish smoke, or fog. Fumes, however, did not smell, it was drawn by some subtle sweet smell so nice that I wanted to breathe it again and again. A little dizzy.
Looking around the van, I suddenly noticed that everything has changed - the walls as though heard in breadth, bird skull swayed and turned on the thin thread, periodically looking into my eyes empty failures sockets, stuffed lizard was quite lively creature frozen in place, not I am bringing with me gaze and revealing a long, forked tongue.
Suddenly, on the shoulder of the fortune teller appeared a huge black raven. He shook his head unnaturally spread his wings and gave a thunderous "Kar". Standing on the table glass bowl pulsed soft yellow light, attracting the eyes, forcing him to look into the mysterious depths, beckoning, tightening, promising to reveal all the secrets of the universe. Reaching for him all over, I'm turning over a stool, with a crash fell on the floor and on the second one just lifted the edge of a long black cloth, which was laid a table with the ball. Yeah, so I thought!
Fearing the rise, as due to sudden movements seriously afraid of losing consciousness, I was on all fours, ran to the exit, focusing only approximately - the walls were dancing, then, moving closer, then moving away to the edge of visibility. Throwing open the door, I took a deep breath several times, banishing from the lungs heady smoke. Rising to his feet and making sure that the van regained their former, very stable shape, I hurried to continue the conversation:
- I came to know his fate, Madame. But it seems that I can predict you your. You call Rosalind exactly? I somehow do not believe that during the reign of Pharaoh Djedefre, this name was in vogue in the ancient kingdom.
- What? - fortuneteller indignantly rose, - but how dare you, you little brat! I'll scream, and you get thrown out of here, and even blows nada.
- Try shout. I vividly will make sure that you are no longer able to deceive simple-minded people of this city are still very, very long time. Do you think I caught your primitive tricks? Yes, I once even saw the sign, I realized that some charlatans sit here. Well, it is necessary - and priestess Aton favorite prophetess Pharaoh. Let's start with the fact that the Aten were only men, women were not allowed into the temples with a few exceptions. And if you know that from the reign of Pharaoh Djedefre to the cult of Aten, as the one God has been more than a thousand years, it becomes altogether ridiculous.
- Furthermore, only very very inconsiderate people could not compare the click that came from under the stool, with the appearance of smoke. There's a switch under the floor, I suppose? And by the way, what is this smoke? I hope it is not too poisonous, because you breathe it all day. And I'm not sure if the silk dressing, which, incidentally, is still visible through your mantilla, fully protects you from his actions. Raven yours,
apparently, or broken, or initially worked so disgusting, I can not tell until you look closer. And when I saw your miracle-table ...
- Yes, yes, I knew. The door is closed, all already weathered - angrily he said, suddenly a woman has a normal voice. She took out from somewhere behind his back and lit a kerosene lamp, and I began to read the text next achievement:
"You get the achievement:" Seeing the essence "- you do not succumb to clever tricks, and see the true essence of things Award - Perception 1 (4)."!.
Yes, well deserved. Although, in fact, it is strange that no one has not denounced these impostors. If I had allowed the idea that people with expertise in Egyptology, do not go on such establishments, but everything else - it's so primitive fraud, do not you realize?
- How much do you want? - woman took off her mantle, under which turned out to be really dense black silk dressing leaves open only the eyes. Taking off her, she opened still quite young, but some weary and tired face.
- In what sense? - I did not realize.
- Money. Keep in mind, many will not give, nothing to eat themselves.
Hmm. Now I understand why there is still not a scandal - that such special care, like me, simply bribed.
- Yes, I do not need anything, and so I will not tell anyone, you need to hurt. I thought - you are a true prophetess ...
- Oh. There would be real, I would have it all and did not need to - the woman he gestured van and its furniture that looked quite bright in the lamplight frankly pathetic. - I'm not out of malice cheat just to make somehow it is necessary, and nothing more I can not tell them. I do everything from the mother went to and from her grandmother. A van that my grandfather built, and all the tricks of his own master. Then there is what is, Come, - she almost imperceptible lever pulled to his right, and the ceiling began to fall slowly, then back upstairs.
- It was just, you know, the people on top of an impressive program? Hoo! - Yes there is "hoo", ungreased mechanisms buzzed so that only a miracle after inhaling smoke, you could not pay attention to it.
- Okay, I understand everything. I think I will go.
- Wait a minute. You really need a prediction?
- Do not be refused.
- I've heard, though, maybe it's all a lie, that in the city there is an old woman who exactly sees - and what has passed, and that soon. Where is it - I do not know, but they say that if you need me, you will meet sooner or later, and only for good or for evil - as lucky.
- Thank you. Farewell.
Frustrated, I went outside. It seemed that time had only been nothing but the sky was zaserelo, anticipating the close twilight. How quickly the day went something. Inspect the entire fair, we have not exactly have time to have to hurry Donny to see at least a zoo.
Returning to the players in the second, I just found another award won prizes - large, white and blue porcelain milk jug and fanciful pipe, decorated with bronze rings. I must say, Donny looked pretty funny, the milkman in one hand and a pipe in the other. The host institution, escorted champion, hurried to close his van.
On the street we amicably, without saying a word, walked to the side of a tiny zoo, which was a few zareshochennyh on the one hand and a dozen vans facing each other smaller cells. I must say that I immediately lost interest in the animals, which is not enough, there is nothing particularly exotic in itself is not (although there were two mangy peacock), so still and looked lethargic and emaciated. But Donny watched with great interest and attention.
Leaving the other to admire the beauty and grace of the whole family of red foxes, I walked over to the fence and thought. But I like it is a shame to admit, was a fortune-teller, this same Rosalind, it was in the hope that it will help me, will prompt further direction. It is not the first time I tried to follow the path of the curve. Heck! None of the known detective in literature did not try to follow the predictions and intuition, all based on the facts. And if they do not? Here's what to do? How do I find the killer of all these girls and Molly, if I do not have the facts?
Oh, sure, if in my place would have been a real Sherlock Holmes, he'd have guessed who the culprit is. And I remained, because of my lack of genius, to continue to collect evidence ...
- Sherlock, Donald, there you are! - the voice of Mrs. Jobson, came from over his shoulder, tore me out of reverie. - Wonderful setting, I did not expect. The actors are not professional, but they clearly have a spark of some kind - it is snapped his fingers to find the right words - enthusiasm, sincerity.
- Sincerity, uh ... - dubiously stretched lawyer. - And what have you been doing all this time? As the carousel?
- I do not know, we did not go. I played hoops, Donald to second. Then here, come here. And, well, I still went to the local fortune teller, Madame Rosalind.
- Yes? And how impressed? Smoke, mystery, black crows and falling on the head of the ceiling?
- Not really, all lies. And you, too, have been there, sir?
- Yes, about your age. I then everything seemed quite certain, many years I believed that I predicted my true destiny.
- This fair that here so many years is worth?
- Of course not. They leave, travel to different cities. At one place there are usually no longer than two or three weeks, but several times a year.
- So, gentlemen, - I interrupted our conversation Mrs. Jobson. - Do not you think we should go home? Evening.
- Yes, Martha, you are right. I must admit I have not spent as much time on your feet, starting to miss your favorite chair, a fireplace and a fresh newspaper. Donald - he other okriknul - hurry, we go back home.
Donnie hurriedly shove of the cells feed. At the zoo was a man who paid a couple of copper coins, you could get a bit of greens, corn or small bone, and personally feed the vending animal. Donald, on the money that he had, bought up all the provisions and now bliss, watching the animals grateful crunch and champing.
- What a good boy - whispered Mrs. Jobson husband, and pulled out a handkerchief. Lawyer thoughtfully watching feeding.
Cabbage leaf to feed the last couple of unfortunate rabbits, Donnie brushed his hands and smiling, returned to us. Usually painfully shy, he, nevertheless, overcame himself, and began to speak, I think, for the first day, not with me, but directly with the couple, Jobson:
- C-to-thank you b & b-great, sir, ma'am. Et-mth was the best day of mm-my life. This in-the-here you! - he handed them won trophies. Milkman - Miss Jobson, tube - old lawyer.
- Ah! - woman, unable to stand, sobbed and impulsively hugged Donny lawyer discreetly clapped his hand over his shoulder.
I looked at their own Krivoukhov trophy. Give it to Mrs. Jobson? Somehow not with his hands, it's still quite a child's toy. Properly understood my doubts, the lawyer smiled and silently showed his eyes on a ragged little girl about six years old, with mouth open near the frozen cells with cubs. Thrusting the hare in the hands of a child does not understand anything, I rushed to catch up with the rest.
Already on the way out, I noticed a previously unnoticed, do not even know how to call it, let it be an attraction. It was a huge figure of a clown made of papier-mache, with grotesquely distorted features - drawn on a dead-white face, grinning in a sinister smile bright red mouth looked bloody. Eyes with unpleasant grinding synchronously turned into sockets. Side in this horrifying psevdokadavra sticking handle, for which, in turn, pulled people getting out of the disappeared, like a dead man, jaw some papers. Read, and, giggling, pulling back, giving the following locations.
It is noteworthy that no one but me, this terrible golem, apparently, do not panic. Shouting that'll catch up now, I resolutely walked to the stage. Fortunately, she moved quickly, and within a minute I was standing in front of a clown. Pay 5 pennies, he pulled the lever. Jaw with a clang disappeared, and in the depths of her flashed a folded piece of paper. I reached out a hand, but suddenly imagining that clown abruptly shuts her mouth with my hand inside, he stopped.
- Yes, take it already, do not bite! - apparently, my stammering has not gone un
noticed. Took a deep breath, I grabbed a piece of paper and walked away with their loot to the side. Fearfully looked around as if doing something forbidden, I unfolded the paper. "Madness - is a property of the human mind on what is capable of inhuman madness What kind of monsters spawn it, who knows Or maybe already has generated.???".
- Sherlock, are you going? - in the voice of Mrs. Jobson felt impatient.
- Run, ma'am, I'm sorry! - Yes, of course, you have to hurry. Jobson - people are no longer young, it is clear that they are tired.
Crumpling a piece of paper, I wanted to throw it on the ground, but then changed his mind and put it in his pocket. I do not know what, but something here was - at first vague and almost meaningless phrases, were fraught with something more than what was on the surface. All the way home, my head did not come out of these strange words ... property of the human mind. Inhuman madness - the property of a non-human intelligence? Madness nonhuman intelligence. Monster. Causing a mad inhuman mind ... Or maybe not non-human, and not a human, that is not owned by the person ...
Noticing my thoughtful look, Mr. Jobson jokingly asked:
- What a bad prediction?
- A? No, it is normal. Long road. Do not pay attention, sir, I was just thinking, just a little tired.
- Oh, baby, you knew how tired I am. And, frankly, still pretty hungry. All this fresh air decently improve appetite. Never mind, we go back in time for dinner, I think he's a festive today, is not it March?
- Of course, Arthur, - smiled Mrs. Jobson.
I must say that I spent the afternoon was very pleased. At once, I was able to once again feel like a kid and just enjoy the walk, have a nice day and the company. And now also the gala dinner to be.
Half an hour later, when we were all sitting in the dining room Jobson, I was finally able to evaluate the present mutton stew in Irish. It was just amazing, great food, not comparable with the slops, which fed us at the shelter. A pudding? This classic English rice pudding? It was just some kind of magic. I must say that to hold back, and try to keep at least some rules of behavior at the table, it was difficult. The more so because I have this was a rather vague idea, Donny is it altogether absent.
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