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《無法控制的魔力》 第四部分
The Spoiled Prince(8)
「UNCLE!!!」 Gilbert shouted, stomping his foot. 「I have the proposal
for Greenbarrow! LISTEN TO ME!!!」 By the time Ralf had turned his
head towards Gilbert, Garrick had ducked underneath the safety of a
large canvas blanket. He cupped his ear against the floor to hear every
word.
「The proposal, eh?」 Ralf 』s voice was somewhat softer, but Garrick
could hear its furious edge. 「Hand it over.」 Seeing Gilbert put a long,
crackly scroll into Ralf 』s hands, Garrick peeked further over the blanket,
interested.
「You, boy!」 Ralf barked, turning to face Garrick. 「I need to give you
some proper punishment!」 Garrick winced, already imagining himself in
solitary confinement in a miniscule cell, his head and arms pinched in the
tightness of a pillory.
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The real punishment was not nearly so severe.
「You』ll have to help Beatrice clean the table, wash the dishes, and
cook dinner every day after you return early from the print shop,」 Ralf
said grandly, sauntering towards the canvas blanket. 「Then you』ll have to
do extra work at the print shop with absolutely no breaks. And next—
WHERE IS THAT BASTARD!!!!!!」 Ralf did not notice that Garrick had
quietly slipped away, as quick as a cat, down the sinister streets of the
village.
Panting, Garrick dashed towards the Memorial of King Eldon at the
village square. He leaned against the smooth marble of the statue,
breathless. Two great bloodhounds barreled out of an alleyway, followed
by three other howling dogs. They stopped to growl at Garrick』s feet,
licking him and scraping his skin with their sharp teeth. They were chased
away, to Garrick』s amusement, by an undernourished kitten with round
black eyes. The cat reminded Garrick distinctly of Wyddfa, with its sleek
black fur and long erect tail.
「I wonder who you are, little kitty,」 Garrick said, stroking the graceful
kitten. 「I』m not sure why, but you remind me of Wyddfa…」 His voice
trailed off as he stared at the cat. Indeed, it was no longer in feline shape.
There stood Wyddfa, straight and proud as ever, her long, sweeping
chiffon dress shimmering brightly.
「Go back to the print shop,」 she commanded haughtily, waving her
beautifully embroidered handkerchief. 「Ralf is meeting with a few of his
acquaintances at the tavern, and will not return until midnight.
Obviously he will not recall your punishment, being drunk and dizzy. Oh,
and I might say, your printing is shipshape.」
「Thank you,」 Garrick said, gasping. Wyddfa was no longer there.
Being unsure of Beatrice』s hospitality, Garrick slept in the print shop
that night. He arranged a crude bed out of a few chairs and the spare
canvas blanket. As the sky darkened he formed a pillow out of a soft
paperback book and fell into sleep.
The next morning Garrick awoke to coldness. It was again slightly
overcast, with a drizzle of rain to top it off. Ralf was nowhere to be seen.
I wonder when Gilbert comes, Garrick thought, peering out the window. I hope
it』s soon. His wish was answered by Gilbert himself, humming a jolly tune
and swinging a bulging book bag.
「So you』ve got here early, eh, Garrick?」 Gilbert asked, putting down
his book bag. 「How』d you leave without me seeing you?」
「I didn』t, actually,」 Garrick said, rather confused. 「I slept here last
night.」
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「Oh, oh, I remember!」 Gilbert exclaimed. 「Ralf was very angry at
you for something, I remember? What, did you try to work the old
printing machine?」
「Yes—how did you know?」 Garrick asked with wonder, staring at
Gilbert.
「Once I tried that when I was 『bout your age,」 Gilbert said, chuckling.
「Received a spanking and a lecture I』ll always remember. Three hours, as
I might remember, Ralf droning on and on about how I was supposed to
obey him…then he went off and got drunk in the old tavern.」
「Did you print anything successfully?」 Garrick asked, raising his
eyebrows.
「Not really,」 Gilbert said, chuckling. 「I printed it decently enough, but
I didn』t realize that the paper was the wrong kind. And then a week later
Ralf found it and printed it in our newspaper—the Village Weekly.」
「I only printed my name,」 Garrick said enviously. 「You started with
an entire article?」
「Not my own,」 Gilbert said casually. 「Hugh』s. I printed it, though.
And look, there』s Ralf.」 Garrick turned to look. Indeed it was Ralf,
barreling up the sidewalk.
「Uncle!」 Gilbert cried. 「Garrick arrived before you! Just a little joke,」
he added to Garrick in an undertone.
「You little whippersnapper! Telling me lies—what?」 At that moment
Ralf noticed Garrick. |
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