legal fighting, Roland had succeeded in banishing the dreadful aunts, the Baron’s sisters who, frankly, even the old Baron thought were as nasty a pair of old ferrets as any man should find down the trousers of his life. But there was another person who should know, who was in no conceivable way at all kin to the Baron, but was nevertheless, well, someone who should know something as important as this, as soon as possible. Tiffany headed up to the Feegle mound to see the kelda.
Amber was sitting outside when Tiffany arrived, doing some sewing in the sunlight.
‘Hello, miss,’ she said cheerfully. ‘I’ll just go and tell Mrs Keldathat you’re here.’ And with that she disappeared down the hole as easily as a snake, just as Tiffany had once been able to do.
Why had Amber gone back there? Tiffany wondered. She had taken her to the Aching farm to be safe. Why had the girl walked up the Chalk to the mound? How had she even remembered where it was?
‘Very interesting child, that,’ said a voice, and the Toad 12 stuck his head out from under a leaf. ‘I must say you look extremely flustered, miss.’
‘The old Baron is dead,’ said Tiffany.
‘Well, only to be expected. Long live the Baron,’ said the Toad.
‘He’s not going to live long,’ said Tiffany. ‘He’s dead.’
‘No,’ croaked the Toad. ‘It’s what you’re supposed to say. When a king dies, you have to immediately announce that there is another king. It’s important. I wonder what the new one will be like. Rob Anybody says that he’s a wet nelly who is not fit to lick your boots. And has scorned you very badly.’
Whatever the circumstances of the past, Tiffany was not going to let that go by unchallenged. ‘I don’t need anybody to lick anything for me, thank you very much. Anyway,’ she added, ‘he’s not their baron, is he? The Feegles pride themselves on not having a lord.’
‘You are correct in your submission,’ said the Toad ponderously, ‘but you must remember that they also pride themselves on having as much as possible to drink at the slightest possible excuse, which leaves them of an uncertain temper, and that the Baron quite definitely believes that he is, de facto , the owner of all the property hereabouts. A claim that stands up in law. Although I am sorry to saythat I can no longer do the same. But the girl, now, she is something strange. Haven’t you noticed?’
Haven’t I noticed? Tiffany thought quickly. What should I have noticed? Amber was just a kid; 13 she had seen her around – not so quiet as to be worrying, not so noisy as to be annoying. And that was it. But then she thought, The chickens. That was strange.
‘She can speak Feegle!’ said the Toad. ‘And I don’t mean all that crivens business; that’s just the patois. I mean the serious old-fashioned stuff that the kelda speaks, the language they spoke from wherever it was they came from before they came from there. I am sorry, with preparation I am sure I could have made a better sentence.’ He paused. ‘I don’t understand a word of Feegle myself, but the girl seems to have just picked it up. And another thing, I’ll swear she’s been trying to talk to me in Toad. I’m not much good at it myself, but a little bit of understanding did come with the … shape change, as it were.’
‘Are you saying that she understands unusual words?’ said Tiffany.
‘I’m not certain,’ said the Toad. ‘I think she understands meaning.’
‘Are you sure?’ said Tiffany. ‘I’ve always thought she was a bit simple.’
‘Simple?’ said the Toad, who seemed to be enjoying himself. ‘Well, as a lawyer I can tell you that something that looks very simple indeed can be incredibly complicated, especially if I’m being paid by the hour. The sun is simple. A sword is simple. A storm is simple. Behind everything simple is a huge tail of complicated.’
Amber poked her head out of the hole. ‘Mrs Kelda says to meet her in the chalk pit,’ she
Amber was sitting outside when Tiffany arrived, doing some sewing in the sunlight.
‘Hello, miss,’ she said cheerfully. ‘I’ll just go and tell Mrs Keldathat you’re here.’ And with that she disappeared down the hole as easily as a snake, just as Tiffany had once been able to do.
Why had Amber gone back there? Tiffany wondered. She had taken her to the Aching farm to be safe. Why had the girl walked up the Chalk to the mound? How had she even remembered where it was?
‘Very interesting child, that,’ said a voice, and the Toad 12 stuck his head out from under a leaf. ‘I must say you look extremely flustered, miss.’
‘The old Baron is dead,’ said Tiffany.
‘Well, only to be expected. Long live the Baron,’ said the Toad.
‘He’s not going to live long,’ said Tiffany. ‘He’s dead.’
‘No,’ croaked the Toad. ‘It’s what you’re supposed to say. When a king dies, you have to immediately announce that there is another king. It’s important. I wonder what the new one will be like. Rob Anybody says that he’s a wet nelly who is not fit to lick your boots. And has scorned you very badly.’
Whatever the circumstances of the past, Tiffany was not going to let that go by unchallenged. ‘I don’t need anybody to lick anything for me, thank you very much. Anyway,’ she added, ‘he’s not their baron, is he? The Feegles pride themselves on not having a lord.’
‘You are correct in your submission,’ said the Toad ponderously, ‘but you must remember that they also pride themselves on having as much as possible to drink at the slightest possible excuse, which leaves them of an uncertain temper, and that the Baron quite definitely believes that he is, de facto , the owner of all the property hereabouts. A claim that stands up in law. Although I am sorry to saythat I can no longer do the same. But the girl, now, she is something strange. Haven’t you noticed?’
Haven’t I noticed? Tiffany thought quickly. What should I have noticed? Amber was just a kid; 13 she had seen her around – not so quiet as to be worrying, not so noisy as to be annoying. And that was it. But then she thought, The chickens. That was strange.
‘She can speak Feegle!’ said the Toad. ‘And I don’t mean all that crivens business; that’s just the patois. I mean the serious old-fashioned stuff that the kelda speaks, the language they spoke from wherever it was they came from before they came from there. I am sorry, with preparation I am sure I could have made a better sentence.’ He paused. ‘I don’t understand a word of Feegle myself, but the girl seems to have just picked it up. And another thing, I’ll swear she’s been trying to talk to me in Toad. I’m not much good at it myself, but a little bit of understanding did come with the … shape change, as it were.’
‘Are you saying that she understands unusual words?’ said Tiffany.
‘I’m not certain,’ said the Toad. ‘I think she understands meaning.’
‘Are you sure?’ said Tiffany. ‘I’ve always thought she was a bit simple.’
‘Simple?’ said the Toad, who seemed to be enjoying himself. ‘Well, as a lawyer I can tell you that something that looks very simple indeed can be incredibly complicated, especially if I’m being paid by the hour. The sun is simple. A sword is simple. A storm is simple. Behind everything simple is a huge tail of complicated.’
Amber poked her head out of the hole. ‘Mrs Kelda says to meet her in the chalk pit,’ she
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