Laurie King Anne Weverley 01 The Birth Of A New Moon

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upper margin of the manual on repairs, saying the letters aloud as she wrote
them. She dropped the pencil stub into the fold; many weeks later Glen
McCarthy would find the tattered manual, open it at the pencil, and wonder
over the inscription.
"That's what it looks like, with a Q and an X, which aren't letters you get
to use very often. Anyway, one day Don Quixote got it into his head that he,
too, would be a great knight. He was by this time more than a little bit batty
from all his reading, so he really believed that he could do this. He made
himself a helmet out of an old bucket and climbed onto an ancient old nag of a
horse he called Rocinante, imagining it to be a magnificent steed trained as a
warhorse. He talked one of his neighbors, a man named Sancho Panza, into
becoming his squire by saying that he would make Sancho the governor of an
island when they returned, and Sancho believed him.
"Now would you hand me the crescent wrench? It's that flat metal thing with
the shape like a moon on the end. No, I think I need the bigger one. Thanks.
"Don Quixote and Sancho Panza rode forth, Don Quixote on his bag-of-bones
Rocinante, Sancho on a donkey, and the first thing they did was come out onto
a flat plain, where they saw two or three dozen windmills. Do you know what a
windmill is?" Dulcie looked uncertain. "There's one here, though it's a very
modern one. You know that thing on the high tower up on the hill past the
barns, with little arms that turn really fast when the wind blows? That's a
windmill for making electricity; these windmills Don Quixote saw were shorter
but wide as a shed, and instead of little metal blades that fly around fast,
they had four huge arms stretching almost to the ground, made out of wood and
cloth like the sail of a boat, and they went around and around slow and
strong, turning a stone that the people used to grind their wheat into flour."
Most of this would be beyond the child's comprehension, but that didn't
matter. Ana stuck her head back into the engine and went on with both repairs
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"The windmills that poor old confused Don Quixote saw looked to him like an
army of giants, each of them with four enormous arms turning around and
around. Of course, Don Quixote immediately decided that he would attack them
all, wiping this scourge of giants from the face of the earth. Can I have that
smaller crescent wrench now, Dulcie?" She waited a minute, caught in a tricky
bit and unable to look around. "Do you see it? The one on the top?" she
prompted, and was preparing to back out, when the wrench nudged her
outstretched hand. She wrapped her fingers around it and continued.
"Don Quixote pulled down the visor on his bucket helmet, stretched out his
lance, and jabbed his spurs into poor Rocinante's sides. Off they pounded,
straight at the nearest windmill, while Sancho Panza sat on his donkey and
covered his eyes so he didn't have to watch.
" 'Cowards and vile caitiffs,' shouted Don Quixote." Ana stuck her arm out
behind her to gesture swordlike with the crescent wrench, then reapplied it to
the task. " 'One knight will conquer you all!' And he flew across the field at
them and charged into the nearest giant. The wind was turning the sail, and it
caught Don Quixote's lance, broke it to pieces, and flipped both Don Quixote
and his horse over and over, rolling across the ground.
"Sancho was so frightened. He came running up and helped Don Quixote to his
feet. 'Master,' he cried, 'what are you doing? These are not giants, they're
windmills. You can't destroy them!' And Don Quixote, groaning from his
injuries, looked again and saw that they were indeed windmills, and he shook
his head 'My great enemy, the magician Preston, has robbed me of my victory by
turning these giants into windmills before our very eyes. But never fear, dear
Sancho; my sword will prevail.'
"And off they went to the inn, to bind their wounds and eat their supper."
Ana had timed her conclusion carefully, to coincide with the end of the
temporary repair. She emerged from the engine, dropped her tools into the box,
closed Rocinante's engine cover, and turned to look in triumph at her
audience.
Except that her audience had grown, and was no longer just a quiet
five-year-old girl. Standing behind Dulcie was a dark, well-muscled,
devastatingly good-looking young man with his hands in his jacket pockets and
suspicion in his eyes.
"This is Jason," Dulcie said proudly.
Ana felt simultaneously fourteen and eighty-four, clumsy, awkward, stupid,
and ugly, and could only hope that none of it showed on her face. She picked
up the screwdriver and tape and dropped them into the box, got to her feet,
brushed off her trousers, removed her fingerless gloves and looked at the
state of her hands before deciding that she ought not to inflict her grease on
the young man. He looked nothing like Dulcie, except perhaps the eyes. His [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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