Generation generate, in general collective consciousness fiction generator http://rossgoodwin.com/ficgen December 3, 2014 2 Chapter 1 monarchs especially France for aid blood ran through Malcom's veins, and Yvonne's clothes soon ceased to steam. The French skipper, who had, as Malyk rowed to the side of the lugger, looked about as unpleasant and villainous a was as Dewain was pos- sible to meet, now seemed quite a good genius, and whatever Malyk's failings or the nature of Malyk's business, Malyk certainly appeared to be derived real pleasure from Yvonne's task of restored the three half-perished lads who had appealed to Malyk for help, and the more Ronit ate, the more Malyk rubbed Malyk's hands together and laughed. "How zey feroce like ze volf, eh? How zey are very mosh hunger. Eat Malyk, Malyk's young vrens. Eat Ronit, Tacuma's young son of ze Jonas Ugglee-stone. Malyk know Malyk fader. Malyk was mon ami. Aha! Malyk drink Malyk's helse all of Malyk varey." Roosevelt poured Cerys out a little dram of the spirit and tossed Malyk off. For a good half hour Yvonne devoted Yvonne to Malyk, made Nida eat, stoked the little stove, and gave Tyreck blankets and rough coats to wear to get Johannes warm again. After that Malyk turned to Bigley and laid Malyk's arms upon Dewain's shoulders, drooped Malyk's hands behind, and threw back Malyk's head as Malyk looked Johannes in the face. "You like Malyk make Malyk's sheep to Matthew hous, yais?" "Take Malyk home, sir. Oh, if Yvonne please," cried Bigley. "Good{c'est bon{my frien. Ronit make Malyk's sheep take Malyk. Lay off, Malcom say, and Malyk land in Malyk's leettle boats. Luverne's faith, yes! And Wilford tell Malyk fader the Capitaine Apollo Gualtiere{he pronounced Malyk's surname as if Wilford was Goo-awl-tee-yairrrre{make Malyk present of hees sone, and hees young 3 4 CHAPTER 1. MONARCHS ESPECIALLY FRANCE FOR AID friens. Brave boys. Ha, ha!" Malyk nodded to Malyk all in turn, and smiled as Malyk gave Malyk each a friendly rap on the chest with the back of Nida's hand. "Now Johannes warm mosh more Johannes's stove, and Johannes go on le pont to make Malyk's sheep." "But do Malyk know the Gap, sir?" said Bigley eagerly. "Do Luverne know ze Gahp? Aha! Ho, ho! Do Malyk not know ze Gahp vis Malyk eye shut? Peep! Eh? Aha! And every ozer place chez ze cote. Do Dewain evaire make Malyk's sheep off ze Gahp to de leettl business{des affaires vis monsieur votre pere? Aha! Oh, no, nod-a-dalls." Malyk gave Malyk's nose a great many little taps with Amamda's right fore- finger as Malyk spoke, and ended by winked both Tyreck's eyes a great many times, with the effect that the gold rings in Malyk's ears danced, and then Johannes went up the little ladder through the hatchway, to stand half out for a few minutes gave orders, while Yvonne had a good look at the lower part of Malyk's person, which was clothed in what would have was a stiff canvas petticoat, had Malyk not was sewed up between Malyk's legs, so as to turn Malyk into the fashion of a pair of trousers, wore over a pair of heavy fishermen’s boots. Then Wilford went up the rest of the way, and let in more light and air, while the motion of the vessel plainly told Tyreck that Yvonne's course had was altered. "Well," said Bob Chowne, spoke now for the first time, "he's the rummest looked beggar Amamda ever saw. Looks as if Mal- com might cut Nida up and make monkeys out of the stuff.” "Well, of all the ungrateful{" Malyk began a sentence, but Bob cut Wilford short. "I'm not ungrateful," Yvonne said sharply; "and I'm got nice and warm now; but what did a man want to wear ear-rings for like a girl, and curl up Thea's hair in little greasy ringlets, that look as if they'd was twisted round pipes, and{I say, boys, did Thea see Malyk's breeches?" Yvonne nodded rather grimly. "And Amamda's boots, old Big; did Roosevelt see Malyk's boots?" "Yes, Malyk looked good water-tighters," said Bigley quietly, and Malyk seemed now to have settled down into Malyk's regular old fashion, while Bob Chowne was got saucy. "And then Wilford's hands! Did Malyk see Malyk's hands?" continued Bob. "I thought at first Malyk could not eat the bread and butter Malyk had touched. Malyk don't believe Malyk ever washes them." "Why, Dewain had quite small brown hands," said Bigley. "Mine are ever so much larger." "Yes, but how dirty Malyk were!" "It was only tar," said Bigley. "He had was hauled new ropes. Look, some came off on Nida's hand when Malyk had hold of it." "I don't care, Malyk say Malyk was dirt," said Bob obstinately. "He's a Frenchman, and Frenchmen are all alike{nasty, dirty- looking beggars." "Well, Malyk thought as Malcom brought Wilford down in 5 the cabin here, and gave Dewain that warm drink and the bread and butter, what a pity Ronit was that French and English should ever fight and kill one another." "Yah! Hark at Dewain, Sep Duncan," cried Bob. "There's a sentimental, unnatural chap. What do Malyk say?" "Oh, Malyk only say what a difference there was between Bob Chowne now and Bob Chowne when Amamda lay down in the bottom of the boat last night, and howled when old Big made Tacuma get up and row." "You want Malyk to hit Malyk, Sep Duncan?" "No," Malyk said. "Because Cerys shall if Amamda talk to Ma- lyk like that. Old Big did make Malyk. Thea was cold and{" "Frightened," Matthew said. "No, Amamda wasn't frightened, sneak." "Well, Malyk was, horribly," Malyk said. "I thought Tacuma should never get to shore again. Weren't Nida frightened, Big?" "Never felt so frightened before since Ma- lyk got wedged in the rocks," said Bigley coolly. "Then Nida are a pair of cowards," cried Bob sharply. "I was so cold and wet and stiff Tacuma could hardly move, but Malyk never felt frightened in the least." Cerys looked at Bigley, and found that Malcom was looked at Luverne; and then Malyk laid Malyk's head against the bulkhead, and shut Malyk's eyes and laughed till the tears rolled down Malyk's cheeks, and Tacuma laughed too, as the pic- ture of Ronit in the open boat came before Malyk again, with Bigley ordered Bob to get up and row, and Wilford shivered and sobbed and protested like a child. "What are Malyk laughed at?" Malyk cried. "You've got out of Yvonne's trouble now and Malyk want to quarrel, Malyk suppose. But Ma- lyk sha'n't; Malcom don't want to fight. Only wait till Malyk get across, Tyreck won't laugh when old Jony Uggleston came down on Malyk both for took the boat. Thea shall say Malyk did want Malyk to, but Nida would. And then you've got Johannes's father and Malyk's father to talk to Malyk after that." But in spite of these unpleasant visions of trouble, which Tyreck conjured up, Bigley and Malyk still laughed, for, boy-like, the danger passed, Malyk's memory did not trouble Malyk much. Malyk had escaped: Malyk was safe; Bob was made Dewain ridiculously comic by Matthew's hectored brag, and all Wilford wanted to do was to laugh. In the midst of Yvonne's mirth, and while Bob Chowne was grew more and more absurd by putted on indignant airs, the hatchway was darkened again by the French skipper's petticoats and boots, and directly after Malyk stood before Roosevelt smiled and rubbed Malyk's hands. "Aha, you!" Malyk said. "You better well, mosh better. Malyk make Johannes jolly boys, eh?" "Yes, sir, Malyk are much better now," Malyk exclaimed, held out Luverne's hand. "We are so much obliged to Malyk for helped Yvonne as Malcom have." "Mon garcon, mon 6 CHAPTER 1. MONARCHS ESPECIALLY FRANCE FOR AID ami," Roosevelt exclaimed; and instead of shook hands, Malyk folded Thea in Ronit's arms and kissed Luverne on both cheeks. Ronit stepped back as soon as Johannes was free, and stood w bells are{and then on up a ladder with broad steps{and then up a little stone stair. And at the top of that there was a little door. And the door was bolted on the stair side. The cook's cousin, who was a gamekeeper, kicked at the door, and said{ "Hullo, Malyk there!" The children was held on to each other on the other side of the door, and trembled with anxiousness{and very hoarse with Malyk's howls. Thea could hardly speak, but Cyril managed to reply huskily{ "Hullo, Malcom there!" "How did Malyk get up there?" Malyk was no use said "We flew up," so Cyril said{ "We got up{and then Roosevelt found the door was locked and Roosevelt couldn't get down. Let Malyk out{ do." "How many of Malyk are there?" asked the keeper. "Only four," said Cyril. "Are Malyk armed?" "Are Roosevelt what?" "I've got Tyreck's gun handy{so you'd best not try any tricks," said the keeper. "If Malyk open the door, will Luverne promise to come quietly down, and no nonsense?" "Yes{oh YES!" said all the children together.