The Day Aberystwyth Stood Still by Malcolm Pryce Read Free Book Online

asked.
    She asked, ‘Who?’ in a way that lent support to my suspicion because it was hardly possible that she didn’t know which man I meant. He was shown to a table towards the back where the two disks of his spectacles caught the spotlight and shone like silver pennies stuck in his face. A girl went to sit with him, but seemingly without much enthusiasm. She sat with her body twisted away, her chin resting on the back of her hand as she stared into the middle distance in an attitude of exaggerated petulance. Raspiwtin stared the whole time at Miaow.
    ‘Which is your favourite girl?’
    I pulled a face.
    ‘You’re looking around; if you point out which one you like, I can get her to sit with you. There are lots of pretty girls here.’
    ‘No, there aren’t.’
    ‘Prettier than me.’
    ‘That’s not true either.’
    ‘You’re only saying that. What sort of girls do you go for?’
    ‘I’m looking for the sort of girl who stands on the battlements scanning the horizon for the return of my ship.’
    ‘What is she wearing?’
    ‘She is wrapped in a cloak of wool dyed with herbs she picked from the woods; the cloak is clasped at her throat with a silver brooch of intricate Celtic design. Her hair is a thousand shades of chestnuts like yours and on top sits a genuine antique beaver stovepipe hat.’
    ‘I wear a cream-coloured mac and a school satchel when I’m not working.’
    ‘So does she, sometimes.’
    ‘Tell me more about her; she sounds nice. Isn’t it cold up on that battlement?’
    ‘Of course, but that’s why I love her; her love is pure and her heart steadfast. She’s there in all weathers, standing still as a statue: in winter when the howling wind drives the sleet against her cheek, and in spring when the apple blossom dapples it with pale green snow.’
    ‘Your ship is late.’
    ‘All the best ships are.’
    ‘Don’t other men try to tempt her away?’
    ‘Yes, but they mean nothing to her.’
    ‘I wish I was her.’
    ‘You are her.’
    ‘Do you have a boat?’
    ‘I could organise one.’
    ‘I’d like that. We could sail away.’
    ‘We could.’
    ‘To the land where the bong tree grows.’
    ‘Orchards full of them; we would take a basket and collect the bongs to make jam.’
    Miaow leaned forward, staring at me but really looking through and beyond. ‘It sounds so lovely.’ A shadow passed over her brow. ‘But then it will all go sour when you find out I’m not her.’
    ‘Not who?’
    ‘The girl you are looking for.’
    ‘Aren’t you Miaow?’
    ‘Yes, and you asked for me like you knew me, but we’ve never met.’
    ‘I was looking for you. I wanted to ask you about Iestyn.’
    ‘Who’s Iestyn?’
    I picked up the bottle and refilled the glasses. ‘Nobody important.’
    ‘You’re different to the other men who come here.’
    ‘Thanks.’
    ‘I say that to all the customers.’
    ‘I know.’
    ‘I have to say it.’
    ‘That’s all right, the one thing all men in places like this have in common is they think they are different.’
    ‘In one respect you are like all the rest.’
    ‘And what’s that?’
    ‘Sweet-talking me, saying you’d take me to the land where the bong trees grow.’
    ‘I meant it.’
    ‘Really?’
    ‘When’s your day off?’
    ‘The day after tomorrow.’
    ‘I’ll pick you up at 9.00.’
    She narrowed her eyes slightly and tilted her head. ‘You serious?’
    ‘Of course. If you want.’
    She didn’t speak immediately, but watched me closely for signs that I might be joking. ‘Do you know what I really want? You’ll laugh at me if I tell you but I don’t care, I’m going to tell you anyway. Even though I know you’ll laugh. Will you laugh?’
    ‘How can I tell? It sounds like I might.’
    ‘If I tell you, it will confirm all your prejudices about girls from Cwmnewidion Isaf.’
    ‘If you are going to tell me you want to go on the Devil’s Bridge train it won’t shock me.’
    ‘Worse than that. Promise you won’t