bl.necroscope2-第20部分
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month of leaving Bucharest Ilya's irritating cough had disappeared and much of his former strength had returned。 With typical Romanian zeal; he revelled in expending much of it on Georgina。 It had been like a second honeymoon。
Mid…February and the impossible happened: three consecutive days of clear skies and bright sunshine; and all of the snow steaming away; so that on the morning of the fourth day it looked almost like an early spring。 〃Another two or three days of fair weather;〃 the locals nodded knowingly; 〃and then you'll see snow like you've never seen it! So enjoy what we've got while you can。〃 Ilya and Georgina had determined to do just that。
Over the years and under Ilya's tuition; Georgina had bee quite handy on a pair of skis。 It might be a very long time before they got the chance again。 Down here on the so…called steppe; all that remained of the snow were dark grey piles heaped at the roadsides; a few kilometres up country towards the Alps; however; there was still plenty to be found。
Ilya hired a car for a couple of days…a beat…up old Volkswagen beetle…and skis; and by 1。30 P。M。 on that fateful fourth day they had motored up into the foothills。 For lunch they stopped at a tiny inn on the northern extreme of lonesti; ordering goulash which they washed down with thick coffee; followed by a single shot each of sharp slivovitz to clean their mouths。
Then on higher into the hills; to a region where the snow still lay thick on the fields and hedgerows。 And there it was that Ilya spied the hump of low grey hills a mile or so to the west; and turned off the road on to a track to try to get a little closer。
Finally the track had bee rutted under the drifted snow; and the snow itself deeper; until at last Ilya had grunted his annoyance。 Not wanting to get bogged down; revving the little car's engine; he'd bumpily turned it about in its own tracks; the better to make an easy getaway when they were through with their sport。
〃Landlaufen!〃 he'd declared; getting down their skis from the roof rack。
Georgina had groaned。 〃Cross…country? All the way to those hills?〃
〃They're white!〃 he declared。 〃Glittery with dust over the hard; firm crust。 Perfect! Maybe half a mile there; a slow climb to the top and a controlled; enjoyable slalom through the trees; then back here just as the twilight's ing down on us。〃
〃But it's after three now!〃 she'd protested。Then we'd better get a move on。 e on; it'll be good for us。。。〃
〃Good for us!〃 Georgina sadly repeated now; his picture still clear in her mind a year later; tall and darkly handsome as he lifted the skis from the beetle's roof and tossed them down in the snow。
〃What's that?〃 Anne Drew; her younger cousin; glanced back at her over her shoulder。 〃Did you say something?〃
〃No;〃 Georgina smiled wanly; shaking her head。 She was glad for the intrusion of another into her memories; but at the same time sorry。 Ilya's face; fading; hung in the air; superimposed over her cousin's。 〃Daydreaming; that's all。〃
Anne frowned; turned back to her driving。 Daydreaming; she thought。 Yes; and Georgina had done a lot of that over the last twelve months。 There'd seemed to be something in her; something other than little Yulian; that is; which hadn't e out of her when he had。 Grief; yes; of course; but more than that。 It was as if she'd teetered for twelve months on the very edge of a nervous break…down; and that only Ilya's continuation in Yulian had kept her from toppling。 As for daydreams: sometimes she'd seemed so very far away; so detached from the real world; that it had been difficult to call her back。 But now; with the baby。。。 now she had something to cling to; an anchor; something to live for。
Good for us; Georgina said again; but this time to herself; bitterly。
It hadn't been 〃good〃 for them; that last fatal frolic in the snow on the cruciform hills。 Anything but。 It had been terrible; tragic。 A nightmare she'd lived through a thou…sand times in the year gone by; with ten thousand more to e; she was sure。 Lulled by the car's warmth and the purr of its motor; she slipped back into her memories。。。
They'd found an old firebreak in the side of the hill and set out to climb it to the top; pausing now and then with their breath pluming; shielding their eyes against the white blaze。 But by the time they'd pantingly reached the crest the sun had been low and the light starting to fade。
〃From now on it's all downhill;〃 Ilya had pointed out。 〃A brisk slalom through the saplings grown up in the firebreak; then a slow glide back to the car。 Ready? Then here we go!〃
And the rest of it had been。。。 disaster!
The saplings he'd mentioned were in fact half…grown trees。 The snow; drifted into the firebreak; was far deeper than he might have guessed; so that only the tops of the pines…looking like saplings…stood proud of the powdery white surface。 Half…way down he'd skied too close to one such; a branch; just under the surface; showing as the merest tuft of green; had tangled his right…hand ski。 He'd upended; bounced and skittered and jarred another twenty…five yards in a whirling bundle of white anorak; sticks and skis; flailing arms and legs before grabbing another 〃sapling〃 and bringing his careening descent to a halt。
Georgina; well to his rear and skiing a little more timidly; saw it all。 Her heart seemed to fly into her mouth and she cried out; then formed a snow…plough of her skis and drew up alongside her husband where he sprawled。 She'd stepped out of her clamps at once; dug her skis in so that she couldn't lose them; gone down on her knees beside him。 Ilya held his sides as he laughed and laughed; the tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks and freezing there。
〃Clown!〃 She'd thumped his chest then。 〃Oh; you clown! You very nearly frightened the life out of me!〃
He had laughed all the louder; grabbing her wrists; holding her still。 Then he'd looked at his skis and stopped laughing。 The right ski was broken; hanging by a splinter where it had cracked across its width some six inches infront of the clamp。 〃Ah!〃 he had exclaimed then; frown…ling。 And he'd sat up in the snow and looked all about; Georgina had known; then; that it was serious。 She could see it in his eyes; the way they narrowed。〃You go back to the car;〃 he'd told her。 〃But carefully; mind you…don't be like me and go banging your skis up! Start the car and get the heater going。 It's not much morethan a mile; so by the time I get back you'll have that oldbeetle good and warm for me。 No point both of us freezing。〃
〃No!〃 She'd refused point…blank。 〃We go back together。 I…'
〃Georgina。〃 He'd spoken quietly; which meant that he was getting angry。 〃Look; if we go back together; it means we'll both get back wet; tired; and very; very cold。 Now that's OK for me; and I deserve it; but you don't。 My way you'll soon be warm; and I'll be warm a lot sooner! Also; night is ing on。 You get back to the car now; in the twilight; and you'll be able to put on the lights as a marker。 You can beep the horn now and then to let me know you're safe and warm; and to give me an incentive。 You see?〃
She had seen; but his arguments hadn't swayed her。 〃Ifwe stick together; at least we'll be together! What if I did fall down and get stuck; eh? You'd get back to the car and I wouldn't be there。 What then? Ilya; I'd be frightened on my own。 For myself and for you!〃
For a second his eyes had narrowed more yet。 But then he'd nodded。 〃You're right; of course。〃 And again he'd looked all about。 Then; taking off his skis: 〃Very well; this is what we'll do。 Look down there。〃
The firebreak had continued for maybe another half kilometre; running steeply downhill。 To both sides full…grown trees; some of them hoary with age; stood thick and dark; with the snow drifted in banks under them where they bordered the firebreak。 They stood so close that overhead their branches often interlocked。 They hadn't been cut for five hundred years; those trees。 Beneath them the snow was mostly patchy; kept from the earth by the thick fir canopy; which it covered like a mantle。
The car's over there;〃 said Ilya; pointing east; 〃around the curve of the hill and behind the trees。 We'll cut through the trees downhill to the track; then