The seals in the Palace of the Seals were very glad. They laughed, talked and embraced each other. They crowded round their comrade, and rubbed their noses against his. They were very delighted at his recovery.
The seal catcher stood alone in a corner. His mind was filled with dark thoughts. He did not want to spend his life in the guise of a seal, deep under the ocean.
But then, to his great joy, his guide approached him, and said,
Now you may return home to your wife and children. I will take you to them. But you have to promise me something.
What is that? asked the seal catcher eagerly.
Promise me that you will never wound a seal again.
I will gladly do that! he replied.
All the seals gathered round him to listen to him. They were all very happy to hear it. He was the most famous seal catcher in the North.
Then he passed once more through the outer doors of coral, and up, and up, and up, through the shadowy green water. At last he and his guide entered the sunshine of earth. Then they reached the top of the cliff. The great black horse waited for them.
They left the water. Their strange disguise dropped from them. They were now a seal catcher and a tall, well-dressed gentleman.
Soon the seal catcher found himself in safety before his own garden gate. He wanted to say good-bye. But the stranger pulled out a huge bag of gold.
This bag is for you. I think that is enough for the rest of your days, he said.
Then he vanished. The astonished seal catcher carried the bag into his cottage. He turned the gold out on the table. The stranger was right. The hunter became a rich man for the rest of his days!
Упражнения
1. Какую клятву дал охотник на тюленей?
1) never to fish
2) never to dance
3) never to wound a seal
4) never to eat meat
5) never to sing songs
2. Кто такие Merwomen?
1) феи
2) вдовы
3) жёны рыбаков
4) русалки
5) лесные ведьмы
3. С помощью какого оружия охотник собирался убить тюленя?
1) pistol
2) stick
3) harpoon
4) knife
5) knuckleduster
4. Who was the stranger?
1) A great brown seal's son.
2) A great black seal's brother.
3) A great blue seal's father.
4) A great white seal's cousin.
5) A great red seal's uncle.
5. Вставьте нужное слово:
The country people called the big seals ____________________.
1) Doane
2) Roane
3) Moane
4) Foane
5) Woane
Ответы:
never to wound a seal, русалки, knife, A great brown seal's son, Roane
The Elfin Knight
There is a lone moor[15] in Scotland. Once in every seven years, people saw Elfin Knight there. Everyone was scared of him. Sometimes someone crossed the moor and disappeared.
Men searched every inch of the ground. But they found no trace of him. With a thrill of horror the searching party went home again. They shook their heads and whispered to one another the terrible stories about the dreaded Knight.
So the moor was deserted. Nobody dared pass that way. It became the haunt of wild animals. They made their lairs there. Mortal huntsmen never disturbed them.
In that same region lived two young earls, Earl St. Clair and Earl Gregory. They were very good friends. They rode, and hunted, and fought together.
Both were very fond of the chase. One day Earl Gregory offered to go a-hunting[16] on the moor.
I hardly believe in the Elfin Knight at all, cried the young man, with a laugh. I think it is just an old wife's tale for the bairns[17]. We two bearded men will pay no heed to such talk.
But Earl St. Clair looked grave.
It is not a tale for the bairns, he answered, the travellers vanished there. That Elfin Knight claimed the land as his. I know, however, how to be safe from the Knight's power. It's necessary to wear the Sign of the Blessed Trinity. So let us bind that on our arm and ride forth without fear.
Sir Gregory burst into a loud laugh at these words.
Do you think that I am a bairn? he said. To be frightened by an idle tale? And then to think that a leaf of clover will protect me? No, no, carry that Sign if you want. I will trust to my good bow and arrow.
Earl St. Clair did not heed his companion's words. When he was a little lad, his mother warned him. Whoso carried the Sign of the Blessed Trinity will never fear any spell by Warlock or Witch, Elf or Demon.
So he went out to the meadow. He plucked a leaf of clover. He bound it on his arm with a silken scarf. Then he mounted his horse and rode with Earl Gregory to the desolate and lonely moorland.
For some hours all went well. The young men forgot their fears. Then suddenly both of them reined in their steeds and became silent. A horseman crossed their track. They both did not know who he was and whence he came.
He rides in haste, whoever he may be, said Earl Gregory at last. Look! For every league that my horse goes, his goes seven. Let us follow him! Let us see from what part of the world he comes.
Don't follow him, said Earl St. Clair devoutly. Why, man, it is the Elfin Knight! Can't you see that he does not ride on the solid ground? He flies through the air. It will be an evil day for you when you follow him.
But Earl St. Clair forgot that he carried a Talisman which his companion lacked. That Talisman enabled him to see things as they really were. So he was startled and amazed when Earl Gregory said sharply,
You are mad over this Elfin King. I tell you:he is a Knight in a green vesture. I want to know his name and degree. I will follow him till I find him.
Without another word he put spurs to his horse and galloped off. He left Earl St. Clair alone upon the moorland. Earl St. Clair's fingers touched the sacred Sign. His lips muttered prayers for protection. He knew that his friend was bewitched. But Earl St. Clair was a brave gentleman and decided to follow his friend and save him.
Meanwhile Earl Gregory rode on and on, over moor, and burn, and moss. At last, he came to the desolate region. The wind blew cold. The hoar-frost lay thick and white on the withered grass at his feet.
And there, in front of him, he saw a terrible thing. He saw an enormous Ring on the ground. The grass inside was lush, and rank, and green. Hundreds of shadowy Elfin figures danced there. They were clad in loose transparent robes of dull blue. Their robes curled and twisted round their wearers like snaky wreaths of smoke.
These weird Goblins shouted and sang songs, and waved their arms above their heads. They threw themselves about on the ground. Suddenly they saw Earl Gregory outside the Ring. They beckoned to him with their skinny fingers.
Come hither, come hither, they shouted; we will drink to you out of our Monarch's cup!
The spell over the young Earl was powerful. In spite of his fear, he felt that he must obey the eldritch summons. He threw his bridle on his horse's neck. He prepared to join them. An old Goblin stepped out from among his companions. The Goblin approached him. Apparently he dared not leave the charmed Circle. He stopped at the edge of it. Then he whispered in a hoarse whisper:
I don't know who you are. I don't know from whence you come, Sir Knight. But if you love your life, don't come within this Ring. Don't join us.
But Earl Gregory only laughed.
I will follow the Green Knight. That's my promise, he replied.
With these words he stepped over the edge of the Circle. He came to the ghostly dancers.
They shouted louder than ever. They danced more madly. They sang more lustily. Then a silence fell upon them. They parted into two companies, and left a way through their midst. They signed to the Earl to pass it.
He walked through their ranks. He came to the middle of the Circle. There the Knight sat at a table of red marble. He was clad in his grass-green robes. Before him, on the table, stood a wondrous emerald goblet. It was decorated with blood-red rubies.
This cup was filled with heather ale. That ale foamed up over the brim. The Knight saw Sir Gregory, and he lifted it from the table. He handed it to him with a bow. Sir Gregory was very thirsty, and drank.
He noticed that the ale in the goblet never grew less. It foamed up to the edge again. For the first time his heart misgave him. But, alas! No time for regrets. Strange numbness caught his limbs. Chill pallor crept over his face. The goblet dropped from his fingers. He fell down before the Elfin King like a dead man.
A great shout of triumph went up from all the company. That adventure filled their hearts with joy. They liked to entice some unwary mortal into their Ring and throw their uncanny spell over him. Now he will spend long years in their company.
But soon their shouts of triumphs began to die away. Their keen ears heard a sound. That sound filled their hearts with dread. It was the sound of human footsteps. The footsteps were so free that they knew at once that the stranger was untouched by any charm.
It was the brave Earl St. Clair who approached. He was fearless and strong because of the Holy Sign. He saw the charmed Ring and the eldritch dancers. He wanted to step over its magic border. But the little grizzled Goblin came and whispered to him also.
Alas! alas! he exclaimed, with a look of sorrow on his wrinkled face, you come here, as your companion, to pay your toll of years to the Elfin King. Oh! if you have wife or child, I beseech you to turn back.
Who are you? Where are you from? asked the Earl.
He looked kindly down at the little creature in front of him.
I came from your country, wailed the Goblin. I was once a mortal man, even as you. But I crossed over the enchanted moor. The Elfin King appeared in the guise of a beauteous Knight. He looked brave, and noble, and generous. I followed him hither, and drank of his heather ale. Now I must bide here for seven long years. And your friend, too, drank of the accursed draught. He now lies at our lawful Monarch's feet. He will wake up. But it will be in such a guise as I wear.
Is there anything that I can do to rescue him! cried Earl St. Clair eagerly. I have no fear of the spell of his cruel captor. I bear the Sign of One Who is stronger than he. Speak speedily, little man.
Yes, there is something that you can do, whispered the Goblin, but it is a desperate attempt. If you fail, then not even the Power of the Blessed Sign will save you.
And what is that? asked the Earl impatiently.
You must remain motionless, answered the old man, in the cold and frost till dawn break. Soon they will sing Matins in the Holy Church. Then you must walk slowly nine times round the edge of the enchanted Circle. After that you must walk boldly across it to the red marble table where the Elfin King sits. On it you will see an emerald goblet with heather ale. You must carry it away. But let no word cross your lips. This enchanted ground whereon we dance may look solid to your eyes. But in reality it is not so. It is a quaking bog. There is a great lake under it. A fearsome Monster dwells there. If you utter a word, you will fall through the bog. You will perish in the waters beneath.
The Grisly Goblin stepped back among his companions. He left Earl St. Clair alone on the outskirts of the charmed Ring.
There Earl St. Clair waited, through the long, dark hours. The grey dawn began to break over the hilltops. Then the Elfin forms before him dwindled and faded away.
Soon the sound of the Matin Bell[18] came across the moor. Earl St. Clair began his solemn walk. Round and round the Ring he paced. He walked steadily. When he finished, he stepped boldly on to the enchanted ground. Then he walked across it. All the ghostly Elves and Goblins lay frozen into tiny blocks of ice.
He approached the marble table. The hairs rose on his head at the sight of the Elfin King. In front of him lay Earl Gregory. Two black ravens sat, one on each side of the table. They guarded the emerald goblet.
Earl St. Clair lifted the precious cup. The ravens rose in the air. They circled round his head. The ravens cried with rage. They threatened to dash the cup from his hands with their claws. The frozen Elves, and even their mighty King himself stirred in their sleep, and sat up. But the Power of the Holy Sign restrained them.
Earl St. Clair heard awesome and terrible sounds around him. The ravens shrieked. The frozen Goblins screamed, too. From the lake below came the sound of the breathing of the awful Monster.
But the brave Earl heeded none of these things. He trusted in the Might of the Sign he bore. It carried him safely through all the dangers. The sound of the Matin Bell died away in the morning air. He stepped on to solid ground once more. Then he flung the enchanted goblet from him.
The frozen Elves vanished, along with their King and his marble table. Nothing was left on the rank green grass save Earl Gregory. Earl Gregory slowly woke from his enchanted slumber. He stretched himself, and stood up. He gazed vaguely round him. He scarcely remembered where he was.
Earl St. Clair ran to him. He held his friend in his arms. Then the two friends returned to the wondrous goblet. They found nothing but a piece of rough grey whinstone, with a drop of dew in a little crevice.
Упражнения
1. Who are the eldritch dancers?
1) hardworking farmers
2) brave knights
3) elves and goblins
4) a prince and a princess
5) Earl Gregory and Earl St. Clair
2. goblet = ____________________
1) plate
2) fork
3) knife
4) oven
5) cup
3. Вставьте нужный предлог:
He walked through their ranks ____________________ he came to the middle of the Circle.
1) on
2) in
3) of
4) till
5) off
4. Подберите синоним к выделенному слову:
It is not a tale for the bairns.
1) fools
2) children
3) dogs
4) peasants
5) readers
5. Come hither = ____________________
1) come here
2) go away
3) stop
4) lie down
5) shut up
Ответы:
elves and goblins, cup, till, children, come here
The Brownie of Ferne-Den
People like to write and tell stories about Brownies in Scotland. There are many famous Brownies there, for example, the Brownie of Bodsbeck or the Brownie of Blednock. But I'll tell you about the Brownie of Ferne-Den.
Ferne-Den was a farmhouse. It got its name from the glen, or den, on the edge of which it stood. Anyone who looked for a place to sleep stayed there. This glen was the abode of a Brownie. That Brownie never appeared to anyone in the daytime. Sometimes people saw him at night. He jumped from tree to tree. And he never did harm to anybody.
Indeed, he always helped those who needed his assistance. The farmer often said that he could not live without him. Any work at the farm the farmer and his wife left to the Brownie. When they went to bed, they put down a bowl of new milk on the doorstep for the Brownie's supper. And when they woke the next morning the bowl was empty. And the job was finished, of course.
In spite of all this, however, everyone was afraid of the Brownie. People preferred to go a couple of miles round about in the dark, when they came home from Kirk or Market. They did not want to pass through the glen and see him.
The farmer's wife was good and gentle. She was not afraid of anything on the earth. When she left the Brownie's supper outside, she always filled his bowl with the milk. Moreover, she added a good spoonful of cream to it. She said,
He works so hard for us. He asks no wages. He deserves the best meal that we can give him!
One night this gentle lady got ill. Everyone was afraid that she would die. Of course, her husband was greatly distressed. Her servants were shocked too. She was a very good Mistress to them. They loved her like their own mother. But they were all young. None of them knew very much about illness. Everyone decided to send off for an old woman. That woman lived about seven miles away on the other side of the river. She was a very skillful nurse.