*I"m glad it"s Miss Dibdin who has to take it back to the reference library, and not me!" said John. *I suppose we"d better keep all there is of it."
They fished out all they could, and drained it as well as they were able in a colander.
*It can go under my bed till the morning," said Rosemary. *But John, I do so want to hear all your adventures!"
John stifled a noise that was half a yawn and half a sneeze. *All I want is to go to bed and sleep and sleep. I"ll tell you about it in the morning. It"s been quite a day!"
25.
The Green Mixture
Rosemary woke early next morning. She tiptoed into John"s room and shook him gently but quite firmly.
*Wake up!" she said. *I"m simply dying to hear about your adventures, and how you rescued Calidor!"
A flushed and tousled John told his story, and Rosemary listened with admiration. *I got a ride in a lorry back from Fiddleworth," he ended. *All the same," he went on crossly, *why couldn"t you let me have my sleep out in peace?"
*Because if Mother finds you"ve been having your sleep out in peace in your own bed here, when you are supposed to be staying with your Aunt Annabel, there will have to be some pretty awkward explanations!" said Rosemary, and John had to agree.
They decided that the best plan would be for him to get dressed straight away, go down to the greenhouse and tell Woppit what had happened. Queen Blandamour could then be told as soon as possible that Calidor, too, was safe.
*You had better hide in the Green Cave until after breakfast, and then come and knock on the front door as though you"ve just arrived," said Rosemary.
*All right," said John. *It couldn"t be before breakfast, could it?" he asked wistfully.
*It couldn"t," said Rosemary firmly. *That would look very suspicious."
She left John to his dressing and went to make her mother an early morning cup of tea, because she felt uncomfortable about not telling her what had really happened. Magic was like that, she thought regretfully. Luckily Mrs Brown accepted the fact that Calidor had come back without any awkward questions, and she was delighted to see John again when he politely rang the bell when they were washing the breakfast things.
*But my dear boy, what a dreadful cold you"ve caught!" she said when he sneezed violently.
*I fell id sub water and got awfully wet yesterday. I expect that"s what caused it," said John.
She felt his hot forehead.
*Hm, bed is the best place for you, my dear," and to Rosemary"s surprise, he seemed quite glad to go.
When he was tucked up with a hot water bottle, Mrs Brown said, *Rosie, you had better get some of that special cold cure from Hedgem and Fudge. It"s wonderful stuff. I must get down to the sewing room now. When these Julius Caesar clothes are done I shan"t be so busy. I can"t think how the Romans managed without sewing machines."
*I can go and talk to John, can"t I?" asked Rosemary anxiously. *It"s a wet-feet kind of cold, not a catching one."
Her mother smiled. *All right, darling. Dinner at half past one. You might peel some potatoes before you go."
When her mother had gone, Rosemary found John some breakfast. First he had some cornflakes while she cooked him some porridge. Then she boiled him two of the largest, brownest eggs in the larder and he finished off with six pieces of toast and marmalade. While he ate she sat beside him and peeled the potatoes on a tray across her knees. When the last crumb had disappeared, John gave a great satisfied sigh and wiggled his toes under the bedclothes, to the delight of the kittens.
*Dow I feel better!" he said, and went on in a snuffly voice, *I say, I noticed something last night when I was coming home on the back of the lorry. We had to go through the outskirts of Broomhurst, and the whole place was alive with cats. Even the lorry driver noticed. They were running backward and forward along the walls and collecting in corners and waste s.p.a.ces. In one place, it was a churchyard I think, there was a whole collection of them, with a great striped brute in front who looked as though he was making a speech."
*What was he saying?" asked Rosemary.
*I couldn"t hear, which isn"t surprising, because the lorry was carrying a load of lemonade bottles, and we were doing fifty miles an hour at least!"
*But the Fallowhithe cats a"?"
*They were just trotting about their ordinary business. You know, I wonder if Merbeck is right not to warn them what"s in the wind?"
*I"ve been wondering that," said Rosemary. *And what I"ve also been wondering is what is happening about Mrs Flackett"s son, Albert. Do you think he is still shutting himself up in his bedroom, refusing to talk to anybody?"
*Well, you"d better set off to Hedgem and Fudge as soon as you can and find out."
*He may even be back at work again," said Rosemary hopefully.
But he was not.
When Rosemary reached the chemist shop, Mr Fudge himself was serving behind the medicine counter. There were several customers before her, so she had to wait a little while to be served.
*I"m sorry to keep you waiting, Madam," he said to a fat woman who was tapping impatiently on the counter. *One of my a.s.sistants is away ill, so that I"m shorthanded. I have another coming next week."
*Another a.s.sistant!" This meant that Albert was losing his job, and it was all their fault! Rosemary looked across at the perfumery counter where Albert"s young lady worked. She looked as though she had been crying.
With the bottle of cold cure safely in her blazer pocket, Rosemary walked thoughtfully out of the shop. If only they could find the counter-spell for the red mixture he had tasted by mistake! She looked up at the shop window. The great cut gla.s.s bottle of crimson liquid glowed like a huge ruby. Then she glanced at the other window. There stood the companion bottle, gleaming green and vivid as a great emerald.
*Surely it must be the green liquid which undoes the magic of the red," thought Rosemary. *But what if it doesn"t? What if it does something quite different, like making you sprout two heads or turn into something creepy crawly? I don"t think I"m quite brave enough just to try and see."
She turned slowly away and walked on down the crowded High Street. She was so deep in thought that she forgot to look where she was going. Suddenly she b.u.mped into someone carrying an overloaded shopping basket. Several packages fell out.
*Oh, I"m so sorry!" said Rosemary, and stooped to collect the fallen things.
As she retrieved a rolling tin of baked beans she noticed the shoes of the owner. They were very large and black with big bra.s.s buckles. She looked up quickly. Yes, it was Mrs Cantrip.
*I"m so sorry!" said Rosemary again, rather faintly.
The old woman looked at her from beneath the headscarf she was wearing. It was scarlet, with a pattern of bold black shapes. To Rosemary"s surprise she looked almost amiable, so with a rush she said, *Please, Mrs Cantrip, you remember the prescription you gave us to make us hearing humans?"
*Oh, ah, I remember!" The old woman nodded.
*Well, if you drink the green liquid from the other bottle, will it cancel out the red magic?"
Mrs Cantrip hunched her shoulders and put her head on one side.
*So you"ve got tired of being a hearing human, have you? Mind, I don"t say as I blame you. All that animal chatter, as well as human! I wouldn"t be in your shoes when that Carbonel comes back and finds his kittens gone! It might be just as well if you couldn"t hear what he says to you."
Rosemary opened her mouth to say that the kittens were both safe and sound again, but she remembered just in time and said nothing.
*You"d best get out of it all. I don"t mind telling you there"s more trouble to come! I"ve got a shot in my locker yet!" And the old woman chuckled.
*But the green liquid?" went on Rosemary.
Mrs Cantrip pursed up her mouth till it looked like a b.u.t.tonhole and drew in her breath as she considered. At last she said, *All right, I"ll tell you. For why? Because it suits me to, and mind you, magic is the one thing that the likes of me can"t lie about, so you needn"t be afraid. The answer is yes. The green potion is not so tasty perhaps, but it"s good and thorough."
*Oh, thank you!" said Rosemary gratefully.
*What for?" said Mrs Cantrip sharply. *Not that it wasn"t quick of you to spot it for yourself. I"ve always thought you aren"t so milk and water as you look. That affair with the rocking chair, now, clever that was! I suppose you wouldn"t consider taking up the business seriously yourself ? I"d take you on as an apprentice!"
Rosemary shook her head hard. The offer seemed almost a kind one, so she did not say what she really felt about it.
*Me, Rosemary Brown, to train as a witch!" she thought indignantly.
*Ah, if you"d seen the ranting, roaring, good old days, maybe you"d think differently," said the old woman. *It"s the loneliness that makes it so hard nowadays, to be the only one left. Why I"ve seen as many fly-by-nights on a midsummer"s evening as there are s.m.u.ts in the room when the chimney"s been smoking. And the air so full of magic that it fair crackled with it! And I"ve seen "em all go out, one by one, like bubbles on a bowl of water."
The old woman"s eyes were dim.
*But Miss Dibdin a"" began Rosemary.
*Her?" said Mrs Cantrip with contempt. *She can"t so much as whistle a psalm tune backward! No ear for music. And do you know the only bit of magic she ever pulled off?"
*What?" asked Rosemary.
*A bit of invisibility a" child"s play. But what does she have to do when half my furniture"s vanished?"
*What?" asked Rosemary again, although she thought she knew the answer.
*Why, lose the book with the counter-spell in it, so that I was forever tripping over things I couldn"t see. Lucky for her she put it right somehow. It was all there again this morning."
*How did she do it?" asked Rosemary curiously.
*That"s no concern of yours!" snapped Mrs Cantrip. Her softened mood had gone. *Well, don"t keep me gossiping here!" she said, and, hitching her shawl more firmly around her thin shoulders, turned and disappeared among the throng of shoppers, with her basket over her arm.
Rosemary turned and ran as fast as she could back to Hedgem and Fudge. As she reached the shop it was just striking one o"clock. Albert Flackett"s young lady was hanging a notice on the door which said *Closed".
*Oh please, I must speak to you!" she gasped breathlessly. *It"s about Mr Flackett!"
The young lady, whose name was Myrtle Jones, tossed her flaxen head. *I"m sure I"m not interested in Albert Flackett!" she said, but the sniff that followed was a sorrowful, not an angry one.
*But surely you don"t want him to lose his job?" pleaded Rosemary. *And him the only son of his mother. Mrs Flackett"s so proud of him!"
The girl looked at Rosemary shrewdly for a minute as if undecided.
*Here, come inside," she said at last.
The pale green light that filtered through the drawn blinds made it seem a mysterious place. The only things that stood out in the gloom were the two huge bottles that stood on the mahogany part.i.tion dividing the window from the shop. The crimson of the red bottle was a little dulled by the green light, but the green liquid glowed clearer and brighter than ever above them.
*If it"s a message from Albert," said Myrtle, *you can just tell him from me a""
*But it"s not a message," said Rosemary. *He doesn"t know I"ve come. And please, please don"t be angry with him, because it"s all our fault!"
*Now if this is some more of his nonsense," began Myrtle.
*But it isn"t! Oh, please listen. Now, do you remember the day he was taken ill, he and Mr Fudge took down the big red bottle out of the window?"
*Yes, yes, I do," said the girl. *You could have knocked me down with a feather when I saw them doing it. I"ve never seen it happen before." She sat down on one of the chairs provided for the customers.
*Well, that was our prescription, and Albert got it all over his hands when he was pouring it out, and then when he was turning over the pages of the catalogue he kept licking his thumb. Don"t you see, that made him ill!"
*Poor Bertie!" said Myrtle in a softened voice. *But to refuse to see me, after me and him going steady for three years!"
*But if you"ll only do what I say, he"ll get better, and you can go on going steady."
*All right, ducks," said Myrtle suddenly. *What do you want me to do?"
*Give him a teaspoonful of the green liquid from the other bottle!" said Rosemary. *I"ll get the ladder, while you fetch something to put the mixture in, and a spoon to get it out."
*Well, things can"t be much worse than they are!" said Myrtle. *Here goes!"
She disappeared behind the gla.s.s part.i.tion where the dispensing was done. When she came back, Rosemary was already at the top of the steps which she had propped against the part.i.tion, and the cut gla.s.s stopper of the great bottle was in her hand. A vapour rose from the neck of the bottle, and a sweetish smell which made her head swim filled the darkened shop.
*Please hold the stopper while I fill the little bottle!" said Rosemary.
Very carefully she scooped some of the liquid up with the spoon, and with a steady hand emptied it into the bottle. She took six spoonfuls to make sure. By the time it was safely corked and in Myrtle"s pocket, the heady smell was making Rosemary giddy. She pulled herself together and replaced the gla.s.s stopper in the huge bottle. Then she climbed a little unsteadily down the ladder and went into the dispensary to wash her hands.
*It"ll be a new a.s.sistant instead of me next week as well, if Mr Fudge finds out about this!" said Myrtle worriedly.
*He won"t," said Rosemary. *If you can give Albert a dose this afternoon he can start work again tomorrow! I must run now, I"m going to be terribly late for dinner!"
26.
Council of War