【荆棘鸟】第五章 02

Sometimes it was better not to know what Annie meant, or encourage her by paying much attention to what she said; she was, in her own parlance¹, fey, and if she pitied the child he didn't want to be told it was because of her future rather than her past.

Frank arrived, still trembling from his encounter with his father in the bar, and at a loose end.

"Come on, Meggie, I'll take you to the fair," he said, holding out his hand.

"Why don't I take you both?" Father Ralph asked, holding out his. Sandwiched between the two men she worshipped, and hanging on to their hands for dear life, Meggie was in seventh heaven. The Gillanbone showground lay on the banks of the Barwon River, next door to the race course. Though the floods were six months gone, the mud had not completely dried, and the eager feet of early comers had already pulped² it to a mire³. Beyond the stalls of sheep and cattle, pigs and goats, the prime and perfect livestock⁴ competing for prizes, lay tents full of handicrafts and cooking. They gazed at stock, cakes, crocheted⁵ shawls, knitted baby clothes, embroidered⁶ tablecloths⁷, cats and dogs and canaries.

On the far side of all this was the riding ring, where young equestrians⁸ and equestriennes cantered their bobtailed hacks⁹ before judges who looked, it seemed to a giggling¹⁰ Meggie, rather like horses themselves. Lady riders in magnificent serge habits perched sidesaddle on tall horses, their top hats swathed with tantalizing¹¹ wisps of veiling. How anyone so precariously¹² mounted and hatted could stay unruffled upon a horse at anything faster than an amble¹³ was beyond Meggie's imagination, until she saw one splendid creature take her prancing¹⁴ animal over a series of difficult jumps and finish as impeccable as before she started. Then the lady pricked¹⁵ her mount with an impatient spur and cantered across the soggy ground, reining¹⁶ to a halt in front of Meggie, Frank and Father Ralph to bar their progress. The leg in its polished black boot hooked round the saddle was unhooked, and the lady sat truly on the side of her saddle, her gloved hands extended imperiously. "Father! Be so kind as to help me dismount!"

He reached up to put his hands around her waist, her hands on his shoulders, and swung her lightly down;