The Witch of Blackbird Pond / Ведьма с пруда Черных Дроздов. 10-11 классы
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“Yes sir,” whispered Prudence. “She is my teacher. She taught me to read.”
“Where did she teach you?”
“At Hannah’s house in the meadow.”
Goodwife Cruff screamed loudly from across the room.
“Do you mean Mistress Tyler took you to Hannah Tupper’s house?”
“The first time she took me there. After that I went by myself.”
It is all over, thought Kit. Gershom Bulkeley still held the little copybook. He passed the book to Captain Talcott. “Have you ever seen this book before?” the magistrate asked the child.
“Yes, sir. Kit gave it to me. I wrote my name in it.”
“That’s a lie!” cried Goodwife Cruff. “The child is bewitched!”
Captain Talcott turned to Kit. “Is it true that the child wrote her own name in this book?”
“It’s true,” Kit answered quietly. “I wrote it for her once and then she copied it.”
The magistrate turned to the child again. “Could you write your name now, do you think?”
“I think so, sir.”
He dipped the quill pen in the ink and gave it to the child. Prudence set the pen on the copybook and started writing. For a moment the room was silent. The magistrate looked at the writing and gave the copybook to Gershom Bulkeley. “Very nice writing, I should say,” Dr. Bulkeley commented, “for a child with no learning.”
“Now Prudence,” the magistrate continued. “You say that Mistress Tyler taught you to read? What sort of reading? What can you read, child?”
“I can read the Bible.”
Dr. Bulkeley picked up the Great Bible from the table and turned the pages thoughtfully. “Read that for us, child, beginning right there.”
Kit held her breath. Then across the silence came the child’s whisper: “Buy the truth and sell it not; also wisdom, and instruction, and understanding…”
Kit felt so proud that she forgot her fear. For the first time she dared to look back at Nat Eaton where he stood near the door. Their eyes met, and suddenly a warm feeling of strength flowed into her.
Everyone in the room was staring at the two Cruff parents who stood with their mouths open in shock and disbelief. Goodwife Cruff’s face darkened. She saw now that she had been tricked. But before she could get at her child, her husband spoke. “Did you hear that?” he asked. “That was really good reading. I’d like to see any boy in this town do better!”
“It’s a trick!” cried his wife. “That child could never read a word in her life! She’s bewitched!”
“Hold your tongue, woman,” shouted her husband back. “I’m tired of hearing about Prudence being bewitched. All these years you’ve been telling me our child was stupid. But look how smart she is! All my life I’ve wished I could read. Now I got someone to read the Good Book to me every evening, and that’s no work of the devil!”
The magistrate had not interrupted this speech. “As I understand, Goodman Cruff, you withdraw your charges against this young woman?”
“Yes,” he answered loudly. “Yes. I withdraw the charges.”
“Adam Cruff!” his wife screamed. “Have you lost your mind? The girl has bewitched you too!”
At the back of the room someone laughed. Was it Nat?
“There is no evidence of witchcraft,” the magistrate announced. “I pronounce that Mistress Katherine Tyler is free and innocent.”
But suddenly Goodwife Cruff found a new target. “That man!” she yelled. “Isn’t he the sailor who was banished from the town for setting fire to houses?” There was a new uproar. The constable looked to the magistrate for orders. “Arrest him,” Captain Talcott said.
“Oh no!” Kit cried in alarm. “You can’t arrest him! He only came back to help me.”
But they were too late. Nat had already left the room unnoticed. “They won’t find him,” a little voice whispered in Kit’s ear. “He told me to say goodbye to you if he had to run away.”
“Prudence!” Kit cried. “How did it all happen?”
“He came and found me this morning. He said he was worried about you, so he came back and heard about the meeting. He said I was the only one who could save you, and he promised he would stay right here and help as long as we needed him.”
“Oh, I’m so grateful to both of you!” Kit was crying again. “I’m so proud of you, Prudence! Will you be all right, do you think?”
“She’ll be all right,” Goodman Cruff said. “Next summer she’ll go to your school, like I always wanted.”
Matthew Wood walked up to Kit. “Let us end all this,” he said. “With your permission, Captain, I shall take Katherine home.”
Chapter Twenty
On the day of the first snowfall Mercy got out of bed. “I love the first snow better than anything else in the world,” she said, her eyes thoughtful and sad. “It’s so beautiful, and it makes the house seem so warm and safe. I can’t imagine that you, Kit, have never seen snow before!”
Kit watched the falling white snowflakes and felt confused. For a moment she shared Mercy’s excitement. But then she decided that she liked palm trees, green leaves, flowers and a bright warm sun much more. Would she ever see them again?
That evening, for the first time since Kit’s arrest, William came to see her. He had stayed away, he explained, because of the illness in the house. He politely asked about Mercy’s health. Kit pretended that she was preoccupied with some chores, so it was Judith who kept the conversation going. “I hope John gets back soon,” she said finally.
“They say in the town that there’s been no word from them since they stopped at Hadley. There’re Indians there, you know.”
Judith stared at William, shocked. Mercy closed her eyes. “I’m surprised you are spreading rumors, William,” Aunt Rachel scolded him.
When it was late and William stood up to go home, Kit was sent to lock the door after him.
“I’ve missed you, Kit!” said William when they were alone in the hallway. “You don’t seem very happy to see me.”
Kit said nothing. How could she say that there had been a time when she had desperately needed him? But there was something more on William’s mind. “Everyone in the town knows that you meant well, and now you can make a fresh start,” he continued.
Kit looked down. “What do you mean by a fresh start?” she asked quietly.