and sister. But he didnât live in Smiggins any more, he supposed, not now that they had their parents back. Would they move back to Stubbins, to the old cottage of honey-coloured stone where they used to live? Or would they move to Gerander? Or ⦠He thought of Shetlock, now in an alliance with Souris. Of Zanzibar, recaptured. They might fail, he realised with a heavy heart. And there would be no home for him and his family, not in Shetlock or Gerander. What then? Would he have to live in hiding forever, always on the run? One day, he thought, heâd love to live in a house like this, a big old rambling house on a hill with a library full of books and nothing to do but read his way through them all.
âI see youâve found Charlotte Tibbyâs books.â
Alistair spun around.
Great-Aunt Harriet stood in the doorway clutching a pillow. She was looking at the books he was touching. âThey were always Tibby Roseâs favourites.â
Alistair looked back at the books his fingers rested on and gave them a pat. âThese are the books that saved our lives, then,â he said.
Great-Aunt Harriet didnât look surprised or alarmed by his statement. âGood,â she said, with a satisfied nod. âI always knew books could save lives.â
âYou did?â
âOf course,â said the steel-grey mouse. âA good book can allow you to see into the souls of others, to understand what motivates them, what makes them behave in certain ways. Itâs like Atticus Finch said: You never really understand a mouse until you consider things from his point of view â until you climb into his skin and walk around init . And if you ask me, itâs that understanding of others which is the way to peace between all mice. We can never have peace without understanding.â
âWhoâs Atticus Finch?â Alistair asked. âI know Atticus Island â thatâs where my parents were held prisoner â but I havenât heard of Atticus Finch.â
âAtticus Finch is a wise mouse indeed. Heâs a character in a book called To Kill a Mockingbird .â
âSo heâs not real then,â said Alistair.
âHeâs real all right,â Great-Aunt Harriet replied. âHeâs real in the minds of everyone who has ever read and loved that book.â She put the pillow on the leather sofa and walked over to stand next to Alistair at the bookshelf. She scanned a row of books just above his head, then pulled down a leather-bound volume. âHere it is,â she said. She stroked the cover. âThis is perhaps the best book ever written about the evils of prejudice and small-mindedness. Atticus Finch had respect for all mice, no matter the colour of their fur, no matter what walk of life they came from.â
Suddenly Alistair remembered sitting by a river not far from here, telling Tibby Rose about one of his own favourite books. âLike in Huckleberry Finn ,â he said. âI could never understand why other mice could hate Jim and make him a slave, just because he had black fur.â He continued softly, âBut Tibby and I learned what it was like to be hated because of the colour of our fur, because we were ginger.â
With something like regret in her voice, Great-Aunt Harriet said, âI may sound harsh when I talk about Gerander and about Zanzibar, but itâs only because of the tragedy their fight for independence brought to my family. Zanzibar is a fine mouse and the Gerandan cause is a just one.â She gave a ragged sigh and looked down at the book in her hand. âWhen you are older, Alistair, Iâll lend you this book. I think you will appreciate it.â She slipped the book back into its place on the shelf. âNow off to bed with you,â she said, her voice brisk once more. âIâm sure you could do with a good nightâs sleep.â And she left the room, closing the door firmly behind
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