Wyrd Sisters
“‘That’s where I was born.’ Vitoller looked at the ceiling. Hwel looked at the floor. Anything was better, just at that moment, than looking at each other’s face.
‘That’s what you said,’ said the boy. ‘When you did a tour of the mountains, you said.’ ‘Yes, but I can’t remember where,’ said Vitoller. ‘All those little mountain towns looked the same to me. We spent more time pushing the lattys across rivers and dragging them up hills than we ever did on the stage.’ ‘I could take some of the yo...unger lads and we could make a summer of it,’ said Tomjon. ‘Put on all the old favourites. And we could still be back by Soulcake Day. You could stay here and see to the theatre, and we could be back for a Grand Opening.’ He grinned at his father. ‘It’d be good for them,’ he said slyly. ‘You always said some of the young lads don’t know what a real acting life is like.’ ‘Hwel’s still got to write the play,’ Vitoller pointed out.MoreLess
‘That’s what you said,’ said the boy. ‘When you did a tour of the mountains, you said.’ ‘Yes, but I can’t remember where,’ said Vitoller. ‘All those little mountain towns looked the same to me. We spent more time pushing the lattys across rivers and dragging them up hills than we ever did on the stage.’ ‘I could take some of the yo...unger lads and we could make a summer of it,’ said Tomjon. ‘Put on all the old favourites. And we could still be back by Soulcake Day. You could stay here and see to the theatre, and we could be back for a Grand Opening.’ He grinned at his father. ‘It’d be good for them,’ he said slyly. ‘You always said some of the young lads don’t know what a real acting life is like.’ ‘Hwel’s still got to write the play,’ Vitoller pointed out.MoreLess
Read book Wyrd Sisters for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8 / 10
User Reviews: