‘Aye, well, a drink’s a... «A Hat Full of Sky»
Sicilian_orange18 августа 2013‘Aye, well, a drink’s a drink whomsoever ye call her,’ said Jeannie, soothingly. She waved the cup under Rob’s nose. He sighed, and looked away. Jeannie stood up quickly. ‘Wullie! Big Yan! Come quick!’ she yelled. ‘He willnae tak’ a drink! I think he’s deid!’ ‘Ach, this is no’ the time for strong licker,’ said Rob Anybody. ‘My heart is heavy, wumman.’ ‘Quickly now!’ Jeannie shouted down the hole… ‘He’s deid and still talkin’!’ ‘She’s the hag o’ these hills,’ said Rob, ignoring her. ‘Just like her granny. She tells the hills what they are, every day. She has them in her bones. She holds ‘em in her heart. Wi’out her, I dinnae like tae think o’ the future.’ The other Feegles had come scurrying out of the hole and were looking uncertainly at Jeannie. ‘Is somethin’ wrong?’ said Daft Wullie. ‘Aye!’ snapped the kelda. ‘Rob willnae tak’ a drink o’ Special Sheep Liniment!’ Wullie’s little face screwed up in instant grief. ‘Ach, the Big Man’s deid!’ he sobbed. ‘Oh waily waily waily—’ ‘Will ye hush yer gob, ye big mudlin!’ shouted Rob Anybody, standing up. ‘I am no’ deid! I’m trying to have a moment o’ existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it’s a puir lookout if a man cannae feel the chilly winds o’ Fate lashing aroound his nethers wi’out folks telling him he’s deid, eh?’ ‘Ach, and I see ye’ve been talking to the toad again, Rob,’ said Big Yan.
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