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Here they come, my two intrepid explorers. | 0:00:09 | 0:00:13 | |
Charlotte and Elliot. | 0:00:13 | 0:00:16 | |
I'm their Great Aunt Lizzie, you see. | 0:00:16 | 0:00:18 | |
I wonder which one is coming to see me today. | 0:00:18 | 0:00:22 | |
Ah, so it's Charlotte's turn. | 0:00:23 | 0:00:25 | |
Here she comes, | 0:00:25 | 0:00:27 | |
racing to hear another tale | 0:00:27 | 0:00:29 | |
from an epic adventurer. | 0:00:29 | 0:00:32 | |
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! | 0:00:32 | 0:00:33 | |
And what wonderful adventures they were, | 0:00:44 | 0:00:47 | |
so long ago and so far away. | 0:00:47 | 0:00:51 | |
I collected a few souvenirs along the way. | 0:00:54 | 0:00:57 | |
But my most precious possession of all | 0:01:00 | 0:01:03 | |
is my extraordinary collection | 0:01:03 | 0:01:06 | |
of teacups. | 0:01:06 | 0:01:08 | |
You've still got your coat on, Charlotte. Come on. | 0:01:23 | 0:01:27 | |
No time to count the clouds, we've got stories to tell. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:30 | |
Now, let's have a lovely cup of tea. | 0:01:31 | 0:01:34 | |
But first we need... | 0:01:38 | 0:01:40 | |
The teacup. | 0:01:40 | 0:01:41 | |
Which one? | 0:01:45 | 0:01:47 | |
That one. | 0:01:59 | 0:02:01 | |
Ooh. | 0:02:01 | 0:02:02 | |
The Roman Mortarium. | 0:02:05 | 0:02:08 | |
What a choice, Charlotte. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:10 | |
I do really love that story. | 0:02:10 | 0:02:12 | |
This should be just perfect to drink now. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:22 | |
So, are you ready? | 0:02:27 | 0:02:29 | |
Ready. | 0:02:29 | 0:02:31 | |
Then let me tell you the story | 0:02:31 | 0:02:34 | |
of Great Aunt Lizzie | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
And The Adventure Of The Magnificent Mortarium. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:39 | |
A-ahem. | 0:02:39 | 0:02:41 | |
Oh, yes, of course. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:43 | |
-Let me tell you the story of Charlotte... -Hee-hee! | 0:02:43 | 0:02:46 | |
And The Adventure Of The Magnificent Mortarium. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:49 | |
It all begun long ago | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
in an ancient empire | 0:02:51 | 0:02:53 | |
where towns and cities of marble and gold | 0:02:53 | 0:02:56 | |
nestled among the hills and fields | 0:02:56 | 0:02:59 | |
in a land we now call Italy. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:02 | |
After journeying for weeks over this beautiful land, | 0:03:22 | 0:03:25 | |
Charlotte arrived one cool morning | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
on the outskirts of an elegant town. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:31 | |
She soon found herself in front of a grand building | 0:03:34 | 0:03:38 | |
with an even grander entrance behind a row of marble columns. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:42 | |
From the doorway came the sound of singing | 0:03:42 | 0:03:45 | |
MAN HUMS | 0:03:45 | 0:03:46 | |
Charlotte decided to have a closer look... | 0:03:46 | 0:03:49 | |
HUMMING CONTINUES | 0:03:49 | 0:03:51 | |
..until she saw a young priest | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
working away at a large pile of pistachio nuts, | 0:03:55 | 0:03:58 | |
muttering to himself. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:00 | |
There are just so many. Two hours, I've been at it, | 0:04:00 | 0:04:03 | |
and it looks like I've only just started. | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
I'll never get out into the sunshine at this rate. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:08 | |
Charlotte felt straight away that she had to help the priest | 0:04:08 | 0:04:12 | |
with the mammoth task ahead. | 0:04:12 | 0:04:14 | |
Excuse me, would you like me to help you? | 0:04:14 | 0:04:17 | |
-Can you shell pistachio nuts? -I can if you show me how. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:20 | |
Charlotte joined him. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:25 | |
And he showed her what to do. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:27 | |
-Like this? -That's right. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
Then you put the nut in the pile | 0:04:29 | 0:04:32 | |
and the shells in the pot. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:33 | |
Now only 9,999 to go. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:38 | |
What are all these nuts for? | 0:04:38 | 0:04:40 | |
For the priest's special supper tomorrow night. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
They always have pistachio nut tart for dessert, which they love. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:47 | |
I do, too, but it takes so long to make. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:50 | |
Maybe we could sing a song to pass time. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:52 | |
I only sing religious songs in here. | 0:04:52 | 0:04:55 | |
But my mum used to recite a poem to me and my sister when we were little | 0:04:55 | 0:04:59 | |
to try and get us to sleep. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:01 | |
It was called The Moon Is In The Mountain. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:03 | |
How does it go? | 0:05:03 | 0:05:05 | |
The moon is in the mountain, | 0:05:05 | 0:05:07 | |
the sun is in the sky, | 0:05:07 | 0:05:10 | |
the wind is east | 0:05:10 | 0:05:11 | |
and the clouds are passing by. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:13 | |
-That's lovely. -I'll teach it to you if you like? | 0:05:13 | 0:05:16 | |
-BOTH: -The moon is in the mountain, | 0:05:17 | 0:05:19 | |
the sun is in the sky... | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 | |
..the wind is east and the clouds are passing by. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:25 | |
-BOTH: -The moon is in the mountain | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
the sun is in the sky... | 0:05:29 | 0:05:31 | |
And before long, they'd finished shelling | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
the huge pile of pistachios. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
-We did it! -We did! | 0:05:36 | 0:05:38 | |
Maybe we will get out in the sun after all. | 0:05:38 | 0:05:40 | |
If you throw the shells away over there, I'll sort the nuts out. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:44 | |
As Charlotte went to get rid of the shells, | 0:05:46 | 0:05:49 | |
an older priest called Septimus arrived | 0:05:49 | 0:05:52 | |
to see how Rufus had been getting on. | 0:05:52 | 0:05:54 | |
Well done, Rufus. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
Rufus showed him the pile of freshly shelled pistachio nuts. | 0:05:56 | 0:05:59 | |
-Now all you need to do is to grind them up. -Really? | 0:05:59 | 0:06:03 | |
The best way to do it is to crush them between two spoons. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:06 | |
See? | 0:06:07 | 0:06:09 | |
But that will take ages and ages. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
You'd better get started then, | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
so they're ready for the making of the nut tart tomorrow? | 0:06:13 | 0:06:17 | |
Septimus left | 0:06:17 | 0:06:18 | |
and Charlotte went back to join the rather miserable Rufus. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:23 | |
I'll never get all these nuts ground up by tomorrow night. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:26 | |
Of course we will. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:28 | |
We'll ground them together. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:30 | |
Come on, it won't take that long. | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
But grinding the nuts between two spoons | 0:06:32 | 0:06:35 | |
wasn't as easy or quick as she thought. | 0:06:35 | 0:06:37 | |
It was going to take a month to crush them all at that rate. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:41 | |
I wish we had a mortarium like my mum has. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:43 | |
-That'd make things much easier. -A mortarium? | 0:06:43 | 0:06:47 | |
Yes. It's a small bowl you grind things in. | 0:06:47 | 0:06:50 | |
It makes it quicker and stops the nuts getting everywhere. | 0:06:50 | 0:06:53 | |
Maybe we could borrow it from her? | 0:06:53 | 0:06:55 | |
Maybe. She only lives up the road. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:58 | |
But I'm not allowed out of the temple to get it. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:01 | |
Then Charlotte had one of her brilliant ideas. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:05 | |
I could go and get it for you! | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
Great. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:09 | |
I'll be as quick as I can. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:11 | |
Charlotte thought that collecting the mortarium | 0:07:11 | 0:07:14 | |
would be a piece of cake. | 0:07:14 | 0:07:16 | |
But, of course, it was NEVER | 0:07:16 | 0:07:18 | |
going to be as easy as that. | 0:07:18 | 0:07:20 | |
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
She arrived at Rufus' mum's house. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:25 | |
But when she knocked, there was no reply. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
She was just about to leave | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
when she heard a voice from behind her. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:33 | |
Hello, my deary. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:34 | |
-Can I help you? -I'm Charlotte. | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
I've got a message from Rufus. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
Oh, Rufus, my lovely son. | 0:07:38 | 0:07:40 | |
-How is he? -He's fine. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:41 | |
He told me about the mortarium and asked if he could borrow it. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:45 | |
-My mortarium? -Yes. | 0:07:45 | 0:07:47 | |
He needs to grind pistachio nuts | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
to make a nut tart for the priests' special supper tomorrow night. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:53 | |
Oh, but I haven't got it. I lent it to my daughter. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:56 | |
Maybe I could borrow it from her. | 0:07:56 | 0:07:58 | |
You could, but she's in Rome. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:01 | |
Rome? | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
She'd only just left Rufus | 0:08:03 | 0:08:05 | |
and already everything was all over the place. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:09 | |
She'd done her best to help shell the nuts. | 0:08:09 | 0:08:12 | |
She'd tried to help him grind them but without much success. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:16 | |
She'd thought that borrowing the mortarium from Rufus' mum | 0:08:16 | 0:08:20 | |
would be as easy as winking. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
She couldn't go back to Rufus without the mortarium, could she? | 0:08:22 | 0:08:26 | |
There was nothing else for it but to hotfoot it to Rome. | 0:08:29 | 0:08:33 | |
to Rufus' sister's house. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
So, off went Charlotte in her old battered boots. | 0:08:40 | 0:08:44 | |
She scrambled up the rugged mountain paths until, | 0:08:44 | 0:08:48 | |
when she was almost out of breath, | 0:08:48 | 0:08:51 | |
the path ran out. | 0:08:51 | 0:08:54 | |
There was only one way to get to the other side. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:04 | |
Charlotte took a deep breath. | 0:09:07 | 0:09:11 | |
Safely across, she set off once more | 0:09:26 | 0:09:29 | |
until there, before her, | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
was the magnificent city of Rome. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:35 | |
There wasn't a minute to gaze in wonder. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
Charlotte had to get that mortarium. | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
Charlotte heard the sound of footsteps, | 0:09:48 | 0:09:51 | |
so she knocked politely on the door. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! | 0:09:53 | 0:09:56 | |
It was opened by Rufus' sister, Camilla. | 0:09:56 | 0:09:59 | |
Hello. Can I help you? | 0:09:59 | 0:10:02 | |
I'm Charlotte and I've got a message from Rufus. | 0:10:02 | 0:10:05 | |
He asked if he could borrow the mortarium. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:07 | |
-The mortarium? -Yes. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:09 | |
He needs it to grind some pistachio nuts | 0:10:09 | 0:10:12 | |
-for the priests' special supper tomorrow night. -Oh. Hang on. | 0:10:12 | 0:10:16 | |
Charlotte was delighted, | 0:10:16 | 0:10:18 | |
but when Rufus' sister came back holding the mortarium, | 0:10:18 | 0:10:21 | |
she looked a little suspicious. | 0:10:21 | 0:10:24 | |
Just a minute. | 0:10:24 | 0:10:25 | |
How do I know you know Rufus? You could be anyone. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:29 | |
I could give you my mum's mortarium and never see it again. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
Charlotte was flummoxed. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
-Then suddenly she remembered... -The poem! | 0:10:34 | 0:10:37 | |
Rufus' sister wasn't sure what poem Charlotte meant. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:41 | |
Until Charlotte started reciting. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
The moon is in the mountain | 0:10:43 | 0:10:45 | |
The sun is in the sky | 0:10:45 | 0:10:47 | |
The wind is east... | 0:10:47 | 0:10:49 | |
-BOTH: -..and the clouds are passing by. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:52 | |
Rufus and I used to love that poem when we were little. | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
He must've sent you. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:57 | |
-Here, you take the mortarium. -Thank you. | 0:10:57 | 0:11:01 | |
Finally, Charlotte had the mortarium. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:04 | |
It was very like a bowl, | 0:11:04 | 0:11:06 | |
except it had a spout to one side | 0:11:06 | 0:11:08 | |
to pour out whatever you'd ground up. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:11 | |
It was MUCH heavier than it looked. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
She put it carefully into her bag. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:15 | |
Send him my love. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:18 | |
-And tell him to keep saying the poem. -I will. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
-Bye. -Bye. Thanks. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:24 | |
Back came Charlotte in her old battered boots, | 0:11:26 | 0:11:29 | |
over the plains and down the mountainside. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:33 | |
I felt like a very long journey indeed | 0:11:35 | 0:11:38 | |
as Charlotte ran straight back into the temple. | 0:11:38 | 0:11:41 | |
-I've got the mortarium! -Ssh! | 0:11:41 | 0:11:44 | |
-They're making an offering. -Sorry. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
(I've got the mortarium.) | 0:11:46 | 0:11:48 | |
If we start now, | 0:11:50 | 0:11:51 | |
we should be able to grind all the nuts | 0:11:51 | 0:11:53 | |
-and still have time to go outside in the gardens. -Great. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:57 | |
-Start grinding. -Yes, let's. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
And that was that. The whole kit and caboodle. | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
Charlotte And The Adventure Of The Magnificent Mortarium. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:11 | |
-Rufus had SO much to do. -He did. But you helped him. | 0:12:11 | 0:12:15 | |
I liked the poem - | 0:12:15 | 0:12:16 | |
The moon is in the mountain And the sun is in the sky... | 0:12:16 | 0:12:19 | |
..The wind is east And the clouds are passing by. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:23 | |
I think we've got a mortarium at home. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:25 | |
We call them mortars now, but they're exactly the same. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:29 | |
Well, I never! Is that the time already? | 0:12:30 | 0:12:32 | |
Come on. Your mum will be here in a minute. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:35 | |
Your coat. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:39 | |
How did that get there? | 0:12:51 | 0:12:53 | |
Home time now, Charlotte. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
Bye, Great Aunt Lizzie. | 0:13:06 | 0:13:08 | |
Cheery-bye, Charlotte. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:10 |