WATERSHIP DOWN INKTOBER 19: THERE ARE NO BARGAINS HERE / WHAT IS, IS WHAT MUST BE (and sketch!)
I actually broke out my new pens and gold calligraphy ink for this one and I’m v. pleased.
“The Black Rabbit spoke with the voice of water that falls into pools in echoing places in the dark.
” ‘El-ahrairah, why have you come here?’
“ 'I have come for my people,’ whispered El-ahrairah.
"The Black Rabbit smelled as clean as last year’s bones and in the dark El-ahrairah could see his eyes, for they were red with a light that gave no light.
” 'You are a stranger here, El-ahrairah,’ said the Black Rabbit. 'You are alive.’
“ 'My lord,’ replied El-ahrairah, 'I have come to give you my life. My life for my people.’
"The Black Rabbit drew his claws along the floor.
” 'Bargains, bargains, El-ahrairah,’ he said. There is not a day or a night but a doe offers her life for her kittens, or some honest captain of Owsla his life for his Chief Rabbit’s. Sometimes it is taken, sometimes it is not. But there is no bargain, for here what is is what must be.’