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a rocking-horse, or a donkey, or something.'
'It's no use wishing NOW,' said Robert bitterly; and Cyril said:
'Do dry up a sec; I want to think.'
He buried his face in his hands, and the others looked about them. They were in a long room with an
arched roof. There were wooden tables along it, and one across at the end of the room, on a sort of
raised platform. The room was very dim and dark. The floor was strewn with dry things like sticks, and
they did not smell nice.
Cyril sat up suddenly and said:
'Look here - it's all right. I think it's like this. You know, we wished that the servants shouldn't notice
any difference when we got wishes. And nothing happens to the Lamb unless we specially wish it to. So
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of course they don't notice the castle or anything. But then the castle is on the same place where our
house was - is, I mean - and the servants have to go on being in the house, or else they would notice. But
you can't have a castle mixed up with our house - and so we can't see the house, because we see the
castle; and they can't see the castle, because they go on seeing the house; and so -'
'Oh, DON'T!' said Jane; 'you make my head go all swimmy, like being on a roundabout. It doesn't
matter! Only, I hope we shall be able to see our dinner, that's all - because if it's invisible it'll be
unfeelable as well, and then we can't eat it! I KNOW it will, because I tried to feel if I could feel the
Lamb's chair, and there was nothing under him at all but air. And we can't eat air, and I feel just as if I
hadn't had any breakfast for years and years.'
'It's no use thinking about it,' said Anthea. 'Let's go on exploring. Perhaps we might find something to
eat.'
This lighted hope in every breast, and they went on exploring the castle. But though it was the most
perfect and delightful castle you can possibly imagine, and furnished in the most complete and beautiful
manner, neither food nor men-at-arms were to be found in it. 'If only you'd thought of wishing to be
besieged in a castle thoroughly garrisoned and provisioned!' said Jane reproachfully.
'You can't think of everything, you know,' said Anthea. 'I should think it must be nearly dinner-time by
now.'
It wasn't; but they hung about watching the strange movements of the servants in the middle of the
courtyard, because, of course, they couldn't be sure where the dining-room of the invisible house was.
Presently they saw Martha carrying an invisible tray across the courtyard, for it seemed that, by the most
fortunate accident, the dining-room of the house and the banqueting-hall of the castle were in the same
place. But oh, how their hearts sank when they perceived that the tray was invisible!
They waited in wretched silence while Martha went through the form of carving an unseen leg of
mutton and serving invisible greens and potatoes with a spoon that no one could see. When she had left
the room, the children looked at the empty table, and then at each other.
'This is worse than anything,' said Robert, who had not till now been particularly keen on his dinner.
'I'm not so very hungry,' said Anthea, trying to make the best of things, as usual.
Cyril tightened his belt ostentatiously. Jane burst into tears.
Chapter 7
A Siege And Bed
he children were sitting in the gloomy banqueting-hall, at the end of one of the long bare wooden
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tables. There was now no hope. Martha had brought in the dinner, and the dinner was invisible, and
unfeelable too; for, when they rubbed their hands along the table, they knew but too well that for them
there was nothing there BUT table.
Suddenly Cyril felt in his pocket.
'Right, oh!' he cried. 'Look here! Biscuits.'
Rather broken and crumbled, certainly, but still biscuits. Three whole ones, and a generous handful of
crumbs and fragments.
'I got them this morning - cook - and I'd quite forgotten,' he explained as he divided them with
scrupulous fairness into four heaps.
They were eaten in a happy silence, though they tasted a little oddly, because they had been in Cyril's
pocket all the morning with a hank of tarred twine, some green fir-cones, and a ball of cobbler's wax.
'Yes, but look here, Squirrel,' said Robert; 'you're so clever at explaining about invisibleness and all
that. How is it the biscuits are here, and all the bread and meat and things have disappeared?'
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'I don't know,' said Cyril after a pause, 'unless it's because WE had them. Nothing about us has
changed. Everything's in my pocket all right.'
'Then if we HAD the mutton it would be real,' said Robert. 'Oh, don't I wish we could find it!'
'But we can't find it. I suppose it isn't ours till we've got it in our mouths.'
'Or in our pockets,' said Jane, thinking of the biscuits.
'Who puts mutton in their pockets, goose-girl?' said Cyril. 'But I know - at any rate, I'll try it!'
He leaned over the table with his face about an inch from it, and kept opening and shutting his mouth
as if he were taking bites out of air.
'It's no good,' said Robert in deep dejection. 'You'll only - Hullo!'
Cyril stood up with a grin of triumph, holding a square piece of bread in his mouth. It was quite real.
Everyone saw it. It is true that, directly he bit a piece off, the rest vanished; but it was all right, because he
knew he had it in his hand though he could neither see nor feel it. He took another bite from the air
between his fingers, and it turned into bread as he bit. The next moment all the others were following his
example, and opening and shutting their mouths an inch or so from the bare-looking table. Robert
captured a slice of mutton, and - but I think I will draw a veil over the rest of this painful scene. It is
enough to say that they all had enough mutton, and that when Martha came to change the plates she said
she had never seen such a mess in all her born days.
The pudding was, fortunately, a plain suet roly-poly, and in answer to Martha's questions the children
all with one accord said that they would NOT have treacle on it - nor jam, nor sugar - 'Just plain, please,'
they said. Martha said, 'Well, I never - what next, I wonder!' and went away.
Then ensued another scene on which I will not dwell, for nobody looks nice picking up slices of suet
pudding from the table in its mouth, like a dog. The great thing, after all, was that they had had dinner;
and now everyone felt more courage to prepare for the attack that was to be delivered before sunset.
Robert, as captain, insisted on climbing to the top of one of the towers to reconnoitre, so up they all
went. And now they could see all round the castle, and could see, too, that beyond the moat, on every
side, the tents of the besieging party were pitched. Rather uncomfortable shivers ran down the children's
backs as they saw that all the men were very busy cleaning or sharpening their arms, re-stringing their
bows, and polishing their shields. A large party came along the road, with horses dragging along the great
trunk of a tree; and Cyril felt quite pale, because he knew this was for a battering-ram. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]