"01 - The White Mountains" - читать интересную книгу автора (Christopher John)

I knew of the ruined great-cities of the ancients. of course. But these too were little talked of, and then with disapproval and a shade of dread. No one would dream of going near them. It was disquieting even to think of looking at one, as Jack had done.

I said. Those were the cities where all the murdering and sickness was."

"So we are told. But I saw something there, It was the hulk of a ship. rusting away so that in places you could see right through it And it was bigger than the village. Much bigger."

I fell silent I was trying to imagine it. to see it in my mind as he had seen it in reality. But my mind could not accept it

Jack said, "And that was built by men. Before the Tripods came."

Again I was at a loss for words. In the end I said lamely, "People are happy now."

Jack turned the rabbit on the spit After a while he said. "Yes. I suppose you're right"

The weather stayed fine until Capping Day. From morning till night people worked in the fields, cutting the grass for hay. There had been so much rain earlier that it stood high and luxuriant, a promise of good winter fodder. The Day itself, of course, was a holiday. After breakfast we went to church, and the parson preached on the rights and duties of manhood, into which Jack was to enter. Not of womanhood, because there was no girl to be Capped. Jack. in fact, stood alone, dressed in the white tunic which was prescribed. I looked at him, wondering how he was feeling, but whatever his emotions were, he did not show them.

Not even when, the service over. we stood out in the street in front of the church, waiting for the Tripod. The bells were ringing the Capping Peal, but apart from that all was quiet No one talked or whispered or smiled. It was, we knew, a great experience for everyone who had been Capped; even the Vagrants came and stood in the same rapt silence. But for us children thetime lagged desperately. And for Jack, apart from everyone, in the middle of the street? I felt for the first time a shiver of fear in the realization that at the next Capping I would be standing there. I would not be alone, of course. because Henry was to be presented with me. There was not much consolation in that thought

At last we heard, above the clang or bells, the deep staccato booming in the distance, and there was a land of sigh from everyone. The booming came nearer and then, suddenly, we could see it over the roofs of the houses to the south: the great hemisphere of gleaming metal rocking through the air above the three articulate legs, several times as high as the church. Its shadow came before it and fell on us when it halted, two of its less astride the river and the mill We waited, and I was shivering in earnest now. unable to halt the tremors that ran through my body.

Sir Geoffrey, the Lord of our Manor, stepped forward and made a small stiff bow in the direction of the Tripod; he was an old man and could not bend much nor easily. And so one of the enormous burnished tentacles came down, gently and precisely, and its tip curled about Jack's waist, and it lifted him up, up, to where a hole opened like a mouth in the hemisphere, and swallowed him.

In the afternoon there were games, and people moved about the village, visiting, laughing, and talking, and the young men and women who were unmarried strolled together in the fields. Then, in the evening, there was the Feast, with tables set up in the street since the weather held fair. and the smell of roast beef mixing with the smells of beer and cider and lemonade, and all kinds of cakes and puddings. Lamps were hung outside the houses; in the dusk they would be lit and glow like yellow blossoms along the street But before the Feast started. Jack was brought back to us.

There was the distant booming first, and the quietness and waiting, and the tread of the gigantic feet. shaking the earth. The Tripod halted as before, and the mouth opened in the side of the hemisphere, and then the tentacle swept down and carefully set Jack by the place which had been left for him at Sir Geoffrey's right hand, I was a long way away, with the children at the far end, but I could see him clearly. He looked pale, but otherwise his face did not seem any different The difference was in his white shaved head, on which the darker metal tracery of the Cap stood out like a spider's web. His hair would soon grow again, over and around the metal, and, with thick black hair such as he had, in a few months the Cap would be almost unnoticeable. But it would be there all the same, a part of him now till the day ho died.

This, though, was the moment of rejoicing and making merry. He was a man, and tomorrow would do a man's work and get a man's pay. They cut the choicest fillet of beef and brought it to him. with a frothing tankard of ale, and Sir Geoffrey toasted his health and fortune. I forgot my earlier fears and envied him. and thought how next year I would be there, a man myself.

I did not see Jack the next day, but the day after that we met when. having finished my homework, I was on my way to the den. He was with four or five other men. coming back from the fields. I called to him. and he smiled and, after a moment's hesitation, let the others go on. We stood facing each other, only a few yards from the place where little more than a week earlier .he had separated Henry and me. But things were very different

I said. "How are you?"

It was not just a polite question. By now, if the Capping were going to fail, he would be feeling the pains and discomfort which would lead. In due course, to his becoming a Vagrant He said, I'm fine, Will"

I hesitated, and blurted out, "What was it like?"

He shook his head. "You know it's not permitted to talk about that. But I can promise you that you won't be hurt."

I said, "But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why should the Tripods take people away and Cap them? What right have they?"

"They do it for our good,"

"But I don't see why it has to happen. I'd sooner stay as I am."

He smiled. "You can't understand now. but you will understand when it happens. It's . . ." He shook his head. "I can't describe it"