"John Moore - Heroics for Beginners" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore John)

"I knew you were going to say that. Beware the man..."

"Yes, yes. You all give the same vague, useless warnings that could mean anything. 'Repent, for the End
isNigh . Beware the Ides of March. Watch out for the Man in Black.' Now what good is that? There are
men wearing black clothes everywhere. Why can't soothsayers ever be specific?"

"About six-foot-two, fourteen stone," said the old woman promptly. The words were not loud, but they
were clear and definite. "Brown eyes, dark hair parted on the left, small mustache and pointed beard.
Likes his tea with lemon biscuits. Two lumps, no milk."

Kevin wasn't expecting a reply like this. "That could still describe a lot of people."

"Slightly chipped upper left canine tooth.Small tattoo of a spider on the back of the right hand."

"Um, that's still..."

"Third button of his waistcoat will be missing."

"Okay, okay, I get the picture." Kevin moved closer. Now he could see the woman was bent and
hunched over. "And just when exactly is this mysterious encounter supposed to take place? I don't
suppose you could..."

"Five days from now," said the old woman."A few hours past midnight. It will be chilly. Wear a
sweater."

"Chilly? It's the middle of summer! And just what am I supposed to beware of?"

"Goodness, you're a picky one. What is it? You want quatrains? I'll give you quatrains. Pay attention."
She cleared her throat, rolled her eyes up until the whites showed in the patented, spooky prophetess
manner, and rasped out:



"You shall not defeat the man in black

That which you seek, you won't bring back

The guards will falter in the attack

And you will... you'll... um...

What’s another word that rhymes with black?"



"Snack," said Kevin.

"Heart attack," said Winslow.
"She already used attack."