Moominsummer Madness (12 page)

They listened to the rain scuttling over the roof and the logs crackling in the stove.

'Well, what about it, eh?' Snufkin asked. 'Who wants to go back to the sand-box?'

The woodies looked at him and laughed. Then they started on the Fillyjonk's brown beans.

But the Fillyjonk was, as we know, quite unaware that she had guests, because she was already in jail for disorderly behaviour.

CHAPTER 10
About the dress rehearsal

IT
was the day of the dress rehearsal of Moominpappa's play, and all the footlights were burning, although it was still only afternoon.

The beavers had been promised free tickets for the first night the following day if they would push the theatre back on an even keel, and now it was almost right, but the stage still slanted a little which made the acting slightly strained.

The curtain was drawn, red and mysterious, and outside on the water a small flotilla of boats was curiously bobbing. They had waited since sunrise, and the people in them had brought their own dinners with them in paper bags, because dress rehearsals always take a lot of time.

'Mother, what's a dress rehearsal?' asked a poor hedge-hog child in one of the boats.

'It's when they practise the play for the very last time to be quite sure that everything's in order,' explained the hedgehog mother. 'Tomorrow they'll act in real earnest, and then one has to pay to look at them. Today's free for poor hedgehogs like us.'

But the people behind the curtain were not at all sure that everything was in order. Moominpappa was rewriting his play. Misabel was crying.

'Didn't we
tell
you that we both wanted to die in the end!' exclaimed the Mymble's daughter. 'Why should only she be eaten by the lion? The Lion's Brides, we told you. Don't you remember?'

'All right, all right,' Moominpappa answered nervously. 'The lion shall devour, first you, and lastly Misabel. Don't disturb me, I'm trying to think in blank verse,'

'Have you got the family matters right now, dear?' Moominmamma asked worriedly. 'Yesterday the Mymble's daughter was married to your runaway son. Is it Misabel who's married to him now, and am I her mother? And is the Mymble's daughter unmarried?'

'I don't want to be unmarried,' the Mymble's daughter said at once.

'They can be sisters,' cried Moominpappa desperately. 'The Mymble's daughter is your daughter-in-law. I mean mine. Your aunt, that is.'

'I doubt it,' remarked Whomper. 'If Moominmamma's married to you, then it's
impossible
for your daughter-in-law to be our aunt.'

'It's all the same to me,' cried Moominpappa. 'There'll never be any play to perform, anyway!'

'Easy now, easy now,' said Emma with unexpected understanding. 'Everything's going to be all right. And anyway the audience won't understand a word.'

'Emma dear,' said Moominmamma. 'This dress is too narrow for me... it keeps slipping up in the back.'

'Now remember,' said Emma, her mouth full of pins, 'you mustn't look so happy when you come on the stage and tell him that your son has told him a pack of lies!'

'No, I promise,' said Moominmamma.

Misabel was reading her part. Suddenly she threw the paper away and cried: 'It's far too lighthearted! It doesn't suit me at all!'

'Hush, Misabel,' said Emma sternly. 'We start now. Are the spots ready?'

Whomper turned on the yellow spotlight.

'Red! Red!' the Mymble's daughter shouted. 'My entrance's red! Why must he always take the wrong light!'

'They all do,' said Emma calmly. 'Are you ready?'

'I can't remember my lines,' mumbled Moominpappa, panic-striken. 'Not a word!'

Emma patted him on the shoulder. 'That's as it should be,' she said. 'Everything's exactly as it should be on a dress rehearsal.'

She thumped the floor three times with her broomstick, and silence fell over the boats outside. With a thrill of happiness in her old body she grasped the crank handle to raise the curtain.

Admiring whispers were heard among the sparse audience. Most of the hedgehogs had never been to the theatre before.

They saw a landscape of wild rocks, in red light.

To the right of the looking-glass cabinet (draped in black cloth), the Mymble's daughter was sitting, dressed in a tulle skirt, and a wreath of paper-flowers around her hairknot.

She studied the audience with great interest for some time and then spoke, rapidly and casually:

If I must die tonight, in blooming youth,

While all my innocence cries to high heav'n,

Then into Blood may bloodily turn the sea

And into dust the sprightliness of spring!

A Rosebud, blushing still from childish sleep

I'm slewn to earth by unrelenting Fate!

Behind the scenes rose a shrill chant. It was Emma:

O Night, O Night, O Night, O Night of Fate!

Now Moominpappa entered from the left with a cloak carelessly draped over his shoulder, turned to the audience, and recited in a trembling voice:

The bonds of Family and Friendship must

Be broken at the sad command of Duty.

Alas, shall then my crown be lifted off

By th'sister of my daughter's nephew?

He felt that there was something wrong with the words, and resumed:

Alas, shall then my crown be lifted off

By the sister-in-law of my daughter's son?

Moominmamma put in her head from the wings and whispered: 'By the sister of my daughter's sister's son!'

'I know, I know,' said Moominpappa. 'I'll skip that part this time.'

He took a step towards the Mymble's daughter, who hid herself behind the cabinet, and continued:

Then tremble, treacherous Mymble, tremble now

And listen to the beastly lion's roar

As hungrily he stamps about his cage

Ululating at the moon!

A long silence followed.

'Ululating at the moon!'
repeated Moominpappa, louder.

Nothing happened.

He turned to the left and asked: 'Why doesn't the lion ululate?'

'I wasn't to ululate until Whomper hoisted the moon,' replied Emma.

Whomper put out his head. 'Misabel promised to make a moon, and she hasn't,' he said.

'All right, all right,' said Moominpappa hastily. 'We'll try Misabel's entrance now, because I'm not in the right mood anyway.'

Slowly Misabel glided on to the stage in her red velvet robe. For a long time she remained motionless with her paw over her eyes, feeling what it felt like to be a leading lady. It felt wonderful.

'O happiness,' prompted Moominmamma who thought she had forgotten her opening lines.

'I know, I'm just holding them spellbound!' Misabel hissed back. She staggered towards the footlights and reached out her arms to the audience. There was a click as Whomper started the wind machine behind the scenes.

'Is that a vacuum-cleaner?' asked the hedgehog child.

'Hush!' said the hedgehog mother.

Misabel started on her first great monologue:

O happiness and joy when I behold

Yourself beheaded at my own behest...

She took a rapid step, stumbled on the velvet trail and fell over the footlights straight down in the nearest hedgehog's boat.

The audience cheered and jointly lifted Misabel back up on the stage.

'Take my advice, miss,' said a middle-aged beaver, 'better cut off her head at once!'

'Whose head?' Misabel asked, wonderingly.

'Your son-in-law's niece's, of course,' replied the beaver encouragingly.

'They've misunderstood the whole thing,' whispered Moominpappa to Moominmamma. 'Come on at once, please.'

Moominmamma hastily gathered her skirts and appeared on the stage with a friendly and slightly shy smile.

Now hide your face, I bring black tidings hither!

Your son has told you but a pack of fibs!

she said happily.

Moominpappa stared nervously at her.

'Where is the lion,' she prompted helpfully.

'Where is the lion,' repeated Moominpappa. 'Where is the lion,' he said uncertainly once more. Finally, he shouted: 'Well, where is it?'

A great stamping could be heard behind the scenes. Then the lion entered. It consisted of a beaver in the forelegs and another in the hind legs. The audience shouted with delight.

The lion hesitated. Then it walked up to the footlights and took a bow, and broke in the middle.

The audience clapped and began to row home.

'It isn't finished!' shouted Moominpappa.

'Dearest, they'll come back tomorrow,' said Moominmamma. 'And Emma says that the first night never succeeds if the dress rehearsal hasn't been a little so-so.'

'Does she really,' replied Moominpappa, reassured. 'Well, anyway they laughed several times!' he added happily.

But Misabel turned her back to the others for a while to quieten her thumping heart.

'They clapped!' she whispered to herself. 'Oh, how happy I am! I'll always, always feel happy after this!'