blur [bl?:], butcher [`butS?], exhibit [?g`z?b?t]

AS soon as Miles Hendon and the little prince were clear of the mob, they struck down through back lanes and alleys toward the river. Their way was unobstructed until they approached London Bridge; then they plowed into the multitude again, Hendon keeping a fast grip upon the prince's — no, the king's — wrist. The tremendous news was already abroad, and the boy learned it from a thousand voices at once — 'The king is dead!' The tidings struck a chill to the heart of the poor little waif, and sent a shudder through his frame. He realized the greatness of his loss, and was filled with a bitter grief; for the grim tyrant who had been such a terror to others had always been gentle with him. The tears sprung to his eyes and blurred all objects. For an instant he felt himself the most forlorn, outcast, and forsaken of God's creatures — then another cry shook the night with its far-reaching thunders: 'Long live King Edward the Sixth!' and this made his eyes kindle, and thrilled him with pride to his fingers' ends. 'Ah,' he thought, 'how grand and strange it seems — I AM KING!'

Our friends threaded their way slowly through the throngs upon the Bridge. This structure, which had stood for six hundred years, and had been a noisy and populous thoroughfare all that time, was a curious affair, for a closely packed rank of stores and shops, with family quarters overhead, stretched along both sides of it, from one bank of the river to the other. The Bridge was a sort of town to itself; it had its inn, its beerhouses, its bakeries, its haberdasheries, its food markets, its manufacturing industries, and even its church. It looked upon the two neighbors which it linked together — London and Southwark — as being well enough, as suburbs, but not otherwise particularly important. It was a close corporation, so to speak; it was a narrow town, of a single street a fifth of a mile long, its population was but a village population, and everybody in it knew all his fellow-townsmen intimately, and had known their fathers and mothers before them — and all their little family affairs into the bargain. It had its aristocracy, of course — its fine old families of butchers, and bakers, and what not, who had occupied the same old premises for five or six hundred years, and knew the great history of the Bridge from beginning to end, and all its strange legends; and who always talked bridgy talk, and thought bridgy thoughts, and lied in a long, level, direct, substantial bridgy way. It was just the sort of population to be narrow and ignorant and self-conceited. Children were born on the Bridge, were reared there, grew to old age and finally died without ever having set a foot upon any part of the world but London Bridge alone. Such people would naturally imagine that the mighty and interminable procession which moved through its street night and day, with its confused roar of shouts and cries, its neighings and bellowings and bleatings and its muffled thunder-tramp, was the one great thing in this world, and themselves somehow the proprietors of it. And so they were in effect — at least they could exhibit it from their windows, and did — for a consideration — whenever a returning king or hero gave it a fleeting splendor, for there was no place like it for affording a long, straight, uninterrupted view of marching columns.

Men born and reared upon the Bridge (люди, родившиеся и воспитанные на мосту) found life unendurably dull and inane elsewhere (находили жизнь невыносимо скучной и пустой в других местах). History tells of one of these (история рассказывает об одном из них) who left the Bridge at the age of seventy-one (который покинул Мост в возрасте 71 года; to leave — покидать) and retired to the country (и ушел на покой в деревню). But he could only fret and toss (но он мог только мучаться и ворочаться) in his bed (в своей постели); he could not go to sleep (он не мог заснуть), the deep stillness was so painful, so awful, so oppressive (глубокая тишина была такой болезненной, такой ужасной, такой давящей). When he was worn out with it (когда он был измотан этим; to wear — носить), at last (наконец), he fled back to his old home (он убежал назад в свой старый дом; to flee — спасаться бегством), a lean and haggard specter (худой и изможденный призрак), and fell peacefully (и упал мирно) to rest and pleasant dreams (на покой = упокоился и приятные сны) under the lulling music (под убаюкивающую музыку) of the lashing waters (плескающихся вод) and the boom and crash and thunder of London Bridge (и шум, грохот и гром Лондонского моста).

In the times of which we are writing (во времена, о которых мы пишем), the Bridge furnished 'object lessons' (Мост поставлял «предметные уроки» = наглядные пособия) in English history (по английской истории), for its children (для своих детей) — namely, the livid and decaying heads of renowned men impaled upon iron spikes atop of its gateways (а именно посиневшие и разлагающиеся головы знаменитых людей, надетые на железные палки, которые торчали над воротами моста). But we digress (но мы отклоняемся от темы).

Hendon's lodgings were in the little inn (местожительство Хендона было в небольшом постоялом дворе) on the Bridge (на Мосту). As he neared the door with his small friend, a rough voice said (когда он приближался к двери со своим маленьким другом, грубый голос сказал):

'So, thou'rt come at last (а, так ты пришел наконец)! Thou'lt not escape again (ты больше не сбежишь). I warrant thee (я обещаю тебе); and if pounding thy bones to a pudding can teach thee somewhat, thou'lt not keep us waiting another time, mayhap (и если истолчение твоих костей в пудинг может научить тебя чему-либо, ты не заставишь нас ждать в другой раз)' — and John Canty put out his hand to seize the boy (и Джон Кэнти протянул свою руку, чтобы схватить мальчика).

Miles Hendon stepped in the way (Майлс Хендон преградил ему путь: «ступил в путь»), and said (и сказал):

'Not too fast, friend (не слишком быстро = полегче, мой друг). Thou art needlessly rough (ты без надобности резок), methinks (я думаю). What is the lad to thee (что тебе этот парнишка)?'

'If it be any business of thine to make and meddle in others' affairs (если это твое дело — вмешиваться в дела других людей), he is my son (он мой сын).'

''Tis a lie (это ложь)!' cried the little king, hotly (закричал маленький король, горячо).

'Boldly said (смело сказано), and I believe thee (и я верю тебе), whether thy small head-piece be sound or cracked (будь твоя маленькая голова цела или нездорова), my boy (мой мальчик). But whether this scurvy ruffian be thy father or no (но является этот жалкий негодяй твоим отцом или нет), 'tis all one (это все равно), he shall not have thee to beat thee and abuse (он не получит тебя, чтобы бить тебя и унижать), according to his threat (согласно его угрозе), so thou prefer to abide with me (так что ты предпочитаешь остаться со мной).'

'I do, I do (я делаю = я хочу) — I know him not (я не знаю его), I loathe him (я ненавижу его), and will die before I will go with him (и умру, прежде чем пойду с ним).'

'Then 'tis settled (тогда это улажено), and there is naught more to say (и больше нечего сказать).'

'We will see, as to that (мы еще посмотрим, что касается этого)!' exclaimed John Canty (воскликнул Джон Кэнти), striding past Hendon to get at the boy (шагая мимо Хендона, чтобы добраться до мальчика); 'by force shall he (силой будет он) —'

'If thou do but touch him, thou animated offal (если ты только тронешь его, ты, двуногая падаль), I will spit thee like a goose (я проколю тебя как гуся)!' said Hendon, barring the way (сказал Хендон, преграждая путь) and laying his hand upon his sword-hilt (и кладя руку на рукоять меча). Canty drew back (Кэнти отступил назад). 'Now mark ye (теперь смотри),' continued Hendon (продолжал Хендон), 'I took this lad under my protection (я взял этого мальчишку под свою защиту) when a mob such as thou would have mishandled him (когда толпа, такая, как ты, плохо обходилась с ним), mayhap killed him (может быть, убила бы его); dost imagine I will desert him now to a worser fate (можешь ли ты представить себе, что я обреку его на еще худшую судьбу)? — for whether thou art his father or no (ибо отец ты ему или нет) — and sooth to say (и, по правде говоря), I think it is a lie (я думаю, это ложь) — a decent swift death (приличная быстрая смерть) were better for such a lad (была бы лучше для такого паренька) than life in such brute hands as thine (чем жизнь в таких жестоких руках, как твои). So go thy ways (так что иди своей дорогой), and set quick about it (и поторопись: «устрой быстро насчет этого»), for I like not much bandying of words (так как я не люблю много перекидываться словами; to bandy — перекидываться, обмениваться /мячом; словами, комплиментами и т. п./), being not overpatient in my nature (будучи не излишне терпеливым по своей натуре; patient — терпеливый).'