Thursday Next 04 - Something Rotten by Jasper Fforde

Author:Jasper Fforde [Fforde, Jasper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2009-12-13T22:42:10+00:00

‘Okay,’ I said, ‘leave it with me.’

‘You have a plan?’

‘Of course,’ I lied, feeling the managerial mantle falling about my shoulders, ‘your new players are as good as signed. Besides,’ I added, with a certain amount of faux conviction, ‘we’ve got a Revealment to protect.’

23 Granny Next

READING WHACKERS CONFIDENT OF WINNING SUPERHOOP

Following the surprise resignation of both Roger Kapok and Gray Ferguson from the Swindon Mallets croquet team this afternoon, the Whackers seem almost certain to win next Saturday’s Superhoop, despite the prophecy by St Zvlkx. Betting shops were being cautious despite the news and lowered the Mallets’ odds to 700—1. Miss Thursday Next, the new manager of the Mallets, derided any talk of failure and told waiting reporters that Swindon would triumph. When pressed on how dial might be so, she declared the interview over.

Article in the Swindon Evening Blurb, 18 July 1988

‘You’re the manager of the Mallets?’ asked Bowden with incredulity. ‘What happened to Gray Ferguson?’

‘Bought out, bribed, frightened – who knows?’ ‘You like being busy, don’t you? Does this mean you won’t be able to help me get banned books out of England?’

‘Have no fear of that,’ I reassured him, ‘I’ll find a way.’ I wished I could share in my own confidence. I told Bowden I’d see him tomorrow and walked out, only to be waylaid by the over-zealous Major Drabb, who told me with great efficiency that he and his squad had searched the Albert Schweitzer Memorial Library from top to bottom but had not unearthed a single Danish book. I congratulated him on his diligence and told him to check in with me again tomorrow. He saluted smartly, presented me with a thirty-two-page written report and was gone.

Gran was in the garden of the Goliath Twilight Homes when I stopped by on the way home. She was dressed in a blue gingham frock and was attending to some flowers with a watering can.

‘I just heard the news on the wireless. Congratulations!’

‘Thanks,’ I replied without enthusiasm, slumping into a large ‘tvicker chair. ‘I have no idea why I volunteered to run the Mallets – I don’t know the first thing about running a croquet team!’

‘Perhaps,’ replied Gran, reaching forward to dead-head a rose, ‘all that is required is faith and conviction – two areas in which, I might add, I think you excel.’

‘Faith isn’t going to conjure up five world-class croquet players, now, is it?’

‘You’d be surprised what faith can do, my dear. You have St Zvlkx’s Revealment on your side, after all.’

‘The future isn’t fixed, Gran. We can lose, and probably will.’

She tut-tutted.

‘Well! Aren’t you the moaning minnie today! What does it matter if we do lose? It’s only a game, after all!’

I slumped even lower.

‘If it was only a game I wouldn’t be worried. This is how my father sees it: Kaine proclaims himself dictator as soon as President Formby dies next Monday. Once he wields ultimate executive power he will embark on a course of warfare that results in an armageddon of Level III life-extinguishing capability.

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