Weaveworld (Clive Barker) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги (ч. 122)

They were in a small town outside Coventry, rejoicing in the name of Fatherless Barn; as good a reason as any to be there. The day being bright, and the sun almost warm, they’d decided to risk leaving the carpet in storage at the boarding house they’d found, and take the air together.

Jerichau had just emerged from a confectioner’s, his pockets full of white chocolate, his current passion, when somebody brushed past Suzanna, saying: ‘Left and left’, then hurried on without looking back.

Jerichau had heard the words too, and he instantly followed both stranger and instructions. She called after him, but he wasn’t about to be waylaid. He turned left at the first intersection. Suzanna went in pursuit, cursing his indiscretion, which had already drawn some attention. Left and left again brought her into the narrowest of streets, where the sun surely seldom came. There Jerichau was embracing the stranger like a long lost brother.

It was Nimrod.