Элизабет Джордж Спир - The Witch of Blackbird Pond / Ведьма с пруда Черных Дроздов. 10-11 классы

“What is it?” Hannah asked. “Is it a flood?”

“Don’t ask, Hannah. Just get dressed. Now!” There was not a moment to spare. As they stepped into the darkness, in the distance they heard voices of the coming crowd and saw their torches. The two women quickly walked down the path to the river. “Kit! Why are those people coming?” Hannah kept asking. “Oh, I know that sound. I’ve heard it before. They’re coming for the Quakers!”

Finally, on the shore they hid behind some bushes and watched. The crowd had reached the cottage now and started vandalizing it. “Find the witch! Fire the house!” the angry people were shouting. Soon a red glow lit up the meadows.

“My house!” cried Hannah faintly. “The house that Thomas built! My cat!” Tears were running down her cheeks. Kit put her arms around the crying woman, and together they watched till the red glow died away and the angry crowd left. For a long time they didn’t dare to move. It was cold and damp by the river. What should they do now? Where could they go? Hannah was exhausted. Kit thought that she could take Hannah home with her, where at least there would be warm clothes and hot food. But her uncle was a selectman. He will have to hand Hannah over to the law. And would she prove herself innocent? Old Hannah couldn’t even answer the questions straight, talking about her Thomas all the time. But there was no other solution. Whatever might happen, Hannah needed some care now. Finally, Kit made up her mind: they would walk through the meadows and back to her uncle’s house.

Then, unbelievably, out of the mist came the miracle. A mast, then sails… The Dolphin, steadily moving down the river toward Wright’s island! The most beautiful sight in the world! Kit jumped to her feet. “Hannah! Look!” Kit could hardly speak, so she started waving her arms. Thick fog covered the river, and she was afraid that the men on the ship wouldn’t see her signal. On impulse Kit took off her shoes, walked into the water and started swimming toward the ship. This time she was noticed. There were cries above her, “Man overboard! No, a woman!” Then the lifeboat was lowered into the water. Nat and another sailor were inside, and she had never before been so happy to see anyone.

“I knew it,” cried Nat. “Kit! What kind of a game is this?”

“Hannah…she’s in terrible trouble, Nat. They burned her house. Please…can you take her on the Dolphin? She is here, on the shore.”

The two men pulled Kit inside the boat. All at once she was crying hard like a baby. Nat put his hand on her shoulder. “Tell the captain we’re going to the shore,” Nat shouted to the sailors on the deck. “It’s all right, Kit. We’ll take you both on and get you some dry clothes. Just hold on a few minutes more till we get Hannah.”

On the shore Hannah was sitting in the company of her yellow cat which miraculously managed to escape the crowd and the fire. The old woman accepted the offer and climbed into the boat. “Where are we going, Nat?” she asked.

“To Saybrook, to visit my grandmother. You’ll be good company for her, Hannah. Come on, Kit, we’re leaving.”

“I’m not going, Nat. All I wanted was to make sure Hannah’s safe,” Kit protested.

Nat frowned. “I think you’d better come with us, Kit,” he said quietly. “This is our last trip before winter. We’ll find a place for you in Saybrook and bring you back next spring.”

Kit shook her head, “I can’t, Nat. I have to stay here.”

“Oh, of course,” Nat said slowly. “I forgot. You’re getting married.”

“Actually, it’s Mercy,” Kit corrected him. “She’s terribly ill. I couldn’t go. I just couldn’t, not now.”

Nat looked intently at her and took one step nearer. His blue eyes were very close. “Kit,” he started saying, but was interrupted by the voices from the ship. “Hey, there! Are you coming?”

Nat jumped into the boat. Kit stood watching as they pulled away from the shore. Nat turned to look at her. He raised an arm silently, and Kit raised her arm to wave back. Then she turned and walked back towards home. She couldn’t watch them reach the Dolphin because she was afraid she would jump into the water again and beg them not to leave her behind.

On the way home Kit met no one. She reached the house without any danger. Kit crept into the house through the back door and entered the kitchen. “Is that you, Kit?” Aunt Rachel greeted her. “We decided to let you sleep. Dr. Bulkeley has been here all night. He says Mary’s fever is going down!” In her joy, Aunt Rachel did not even notice Kit’s wet dress and hair.

Back at home, Kit suddenly felt both very tired and relieved. How beautiful and safe their house looked! The regular breathing from Mercy’s bed sounded almost normal. Dr. Bulkeley had said that Judith might even get up this morning. Uncle Matthew was preparing to go back to his work. Kit couldn’t let him go without speaking to him. “Uncle Matthew,” she said softly. “I heard what you said last night to those people, and I want to thank you for it. I’ve been nothing but a trouble to you from the beginning, and I don’t deserve your kindness.”

Her uncle studied her from under his bushy eyebrows. “It’s true I did not welcome you into my house,” he said at last. “But this last week you worked so hard, Katherine. I was wrong about you. Our own daughter couldn’t have done more.”

Suddenly Kit wished with all her heart that she would stand here before her uncle with a clear conscience. She promised herself to tell him all some day when Hannah’s safe.

Later that noon Matthew came back for a meal with his family. Even Mercy asked for a drink of water. The mood was high, and that’s why this time they were not alarmed by the knock on the door. Matthew went to open it, and they heard a man’s voice, “We have business with you, Matthew, that can’t wait. Better call your wife, too, and that girl from Barbados.”

Rachel and Kit walked into the company room. There were four visitors: a deacon from the church, the constable of the town, Goodman Cruff and his wife. They were not excited this morning. They looked serious and grave.

“I know you don’t believe in witchcraft,” the constable began, “but you may change your mind. Last night we couldn’t find that old Quaker woman. She ran away somehow, and we seem to know how. We’ve searched the whole town this morning, but here’s not a trace of her. Don’t see how she could have gone that far.”

Suddenly, Kit felt sick and dizzy. Now Goodwife Cruff’s husband cleared his throat. “I didn’t rightly see it myself,” he apologized. “But there’s someone who saw her big yellow cat running out of the house with a great fat mouse in its mouth, and it never let it go. That mouse was Hannah Tupper!”

“She’s gone straight back to Satan!” cried Goodwife Cruff now looking at Kit, “but she’s left another one to do her work! They found something when they searched her place. Look at the letters on it, Matthew!”

The constable took something out of his pocket. It was the little book Kit presented to Prudence.

Matthew took the thing in his hands and turned it over. “Ask her where it came from?” hissed Goodwife Cruff. Matthew looked at his niece’s white face. “Can this be yours, Katherine?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” Kit whispered.

“Did you know you had lost it? Was it stolen from you?”

“No sir. I knew it was there. I took it there myself – it was a present. Hannah was my friend! I’m sorry, Uncle Matthew, I wanted to tell you, as soon as I could. I used to go to see her, on the way home from the meadow. Sometimes, I took things to her.”

“Why? I don’t understand this, Katherine. I forbade you to go to that woman’s house!”