第42章
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  Atfirsttherewereotherfugitives,butwedidnotminglewiththem。

  Someescapednorthward,somewerecaughtinthetorrentofpeasantrythatsweptalongthemainroads;manygavethemselvesintothehandsofthesoldieryandweresentnorthward。Manyofthemenwereimpressed。Butwekeptawayfromthesethings;wehadbroughtnomoneytobribeapassagenorth,andIfearedformyladyatthehandsoftheseconscriptcrowds。WehadlandedatSalerno,andwehadbeenturnedbackfromCava,andwehadtriedtocrosstowardsTarantobyapassoverMountAlburno,butwehadbeendrivenbackforwantoffood,andsowehadcomedownamongthemarshesbyPaestum,wherethosegreattemplesstandalone。IhadsomevagueideathatbyPaestumitmightbepossibletofindaboatorsomething,andtakeoncemoretosea。Andthereitwasthebattleovertookus。

  “Asortofsoul-blindnesshadme。PlainlyIcouldseethatwewerebeinghemmedin;thatthegreatnetofthatgiantWarfarehadusinitstoils。Manytimeswehadseentheleviesthathadcomedownfromthenorthgoingtoandfro,andhadcomeupontheminthedistanceamidstthemountainsmakingwaysfortheammunitionandpreparingthemountingoftheguns。Oncewefanciedtheyhadfiredatus,takingusforspies——atanyrateashothadgoneshudderingoverus。

  Severaltimeswehadhiddeninwoodsfromhoveringaeroplanes。

  “Butallthesethingsdonotmatternow,thesenightsofflightandpain……WewereinanopenplacenearthosegreattemplesatPaestum,atlast,onablankstonyplacedottedwithspikybushes,emptyanddesolateandsoflatthatagroveofeucalyptusfarawayshowedtothefeetofitsstems。HowIcanseeit!Myladywassittingdownunderabush,restingalittle,forshewasveryweakandweary,andIwasstandingupwatchingtoseeifIcouldtellthedistanceofthefiringthatcameandwent。Theywerestill,youknow,fightingfarfromeachother,withthoseterriblenewweaponsthathadneverbeforebeenused:gunsthatwouldcarrybeyondsight,andaeroplanesthatwoulddo——WhatTHEYwoulddonomancouldforetell。

  “Iknewthatwewerebetweenthetwoarmies,andthattheydrewtogether。Iknewwewereindanger,andthatwecouldnotstopthereandrest!

  “Thoughallthesethingswereinmymind,theywereinthebackground。

  Theyseemedtobeaffairsbeyondourconcern。Chiefly,Iwasthinkingofmylady。Anachingdistressfilledme。Forthefirsttimeshehadownedherselfbeatenandhadfallena-weeping。BehindmeIcouldhearhersobbing,butIwouldnotturnroundtoherbecauseIknewshehadneedofweeping,andhadheldherselfsofarandsolongforme。Itwaswell,Ithought,thatshewouldweepandrestandthenwewouldtoilonagain,forIhadnoinklingofthethingthathungsonear。EvennowIcanseeherasshesatthere,herlovelyhairuponhershoulder,canmarkagainthedeepeninghollowofhercheek。

  “’Ifwehadparted,’shesaid,“ifIhadletyougo。’

  “’No,’saidI。’Evennow,Idonotrepent。Iwillnotrepent;

  Imademychoice,andIwillholdontotheend。“

  “Andthen——

  “Overheadintheskysomethingflashedandburst,andallaboutusIheardthebulletsmakinganoiselikeahandfulofpeassuddenlythrown。Theychippedthestonesaboutus,andwhirledfragmentsfromthebricksandpassed……“

  Heputhishandtohismouth,andthenmoistenedhislips。

  “AttheflashIhadturnedabout……

  “Youknow——shestoodup——

  “Shestoodup;youknow,andmovedasteptowardsme——

  “Asthoughshewantedtoreachme——

  “Andshehadbeenshotthroughtheheart。“

  Hestoppedandstaredatme。IfeltallthatfoolishincapacityanEnglishmanfeelsonsuchoccasions。Imethiseyesforamoment,andthenstaredoutofthewindow。Foralongspacewekeptsilence。

  WhenatlastIlookedathimhewassittingbackinhiscorner,hisarmsfolded,andhisteethgnawingathisknuckles。

  Hebithisnailsuddenly,andstaredatit。

  “Icarriedher,“hesaid,“towardsthetemples,inmyarms——asthoughitmattered。Idon’tknowwhy。Theyseemedasortofsanctuary,youknow,theyhadlastedsolong,Isuppose。

  “Shemusthavediedalmostinstantly。Only——Italkedtoher——alltheway。“

  Silenceagain。

  “Ihaveseenthosetemples,“Isaidabruptly,andindeedhehadbroughtthosestill,sunlitarcadesofwornsandstoneveryvividlybeforeme。

  “Itwasthebrownone,thebigbrownone。Isatdownonafallenpillarandheldherinmyarms……Silentafterthefirstbabblewasover。

  Andafteralittlewhilethelizardscameoutandranaboutagain,asthoughnothingunusualwasgoingon,asthoughnothinghadchanged……Itwastremendouslystillthere,thesunhigh,andtheshadowsstill;eventheshadowsoftheweedsupontheentablaturewerestill——inspiteofthethuddingandbangingthatwentallaboutthesky。

  “Iseemtorememberthattheaeroplanescameupoutofthesouth,andthatthebattlewentawaytothewest。Oneaeroplanewasstruck,andoversetandfell。Irememberthat——thoughitdidn’tinterestmeintheleast。Itdidn’tseemtosignify。Itwaslikeawoundedgull,youknow——flappingforatimeinthewater。Icouldseeitdowntheaisleofthetemple——ablackthinginthebrightbluewater。

  “Threeorfourtimesshellsburstaboutthebeach,andthenthatceased。Eachtimethathappenedallthelizardsscuttledinandhidforaspace。Thatwasallthemischiefdone,exceptthatonceastraybulletgashedthestonehardby——madejustafreshbrightsurface。

  “Astheshadowsgrewlonger,thestillnessseemedgreater。

  “Thecuriousthing,“heremarked,withthemannerofamanwhomakesatrivialconversation,“isthatIdidn’tTHINK——Ididn’tthinkatall。Isatwithherinmyarmsamidstthestones——inasortoflethargy——stagnant。

  “AndIdon’trememberwakingup。Idon’trememberdressingthatday。

  IknowIfoundmyselfinmyoffice,withmylettersallslitopeninfrontofme,andhowIwasstruckbytheabsurdityofbeingthere,seeingthatinrealityIwassitting,stunned,inthatPaestumtemplewithadeadwomaninmyarms。Ireadmyletterslikeamachine。

  Ihaveforgottenwhattheywereabout。“

  Hestopped,andtherewasalongsilence。

  SuddenlyIperceivedthatwewererunningdowntheinclinefromChalkFarmtoEuston。Istartedatthispassingoftime。Iturnedonhimwithabrutalquestion,withthetoneofNowornever。

  “Anddidyoudreamagain?“

  “Yes。“

  Heseemedtoforcehimselftofinish。Hisvoicewasverylow。

  “Oncemore,andasitwereonlyforafewinstants。Iseemedtohavesuddenlyawakenedoutofagreatapathy,tohaverisenintoasittingposition,andthebodylaythereonthestonesbesideme。Agauntbody。Nother,youknow。Sosoon——itwasnother……

  “Imayhaveheardvoices。Idonotknow。OnlyIknewclearlythatmenwerecomingintothesolitudeandthatthatwasalastoutrage。

  “Istoodupandwalkedthroughthetemple,andthentherecameintosight——firstonemanwithayellowface,dressedinauniformofdirtywhite,trimmedwithblue,andthenseveral,climbingtothecrestoftheoldwallofthevanishedcity,andcrouchingthere。Theywerelittlebrightfiguresinthesunlight,andtheretheyhung,weaponinhand,peeringcautiouslybeforethem。

  “AndfurtherawayIsawothersandthenmoreatanotherpointinthewall。Itwasalonglaxlineofmeninopenorder。

  “PresentlythemanIhadfirstseenstoodupandshoutedacommand,andhismencametumblingdownthewallandintothehighweedstowardsthetemple。Hescrambleddownwiththemandledthem。

  Hecamefacingtowardsme,andwhenhesawmehestopped。

  “AtfirstIhadwatchedthesemenwithamerecuriosity,butwhenIhadseentheymeanttocometothetempleIwasmovedtoforbidthem。Ishoutedtotheofficer。

  “’Youmustnotcomehere,’Icried,’_I_amhere。Iamherewithmydead。’

  “Hestared,andthenshoutedaquestionbacktomeinsomeunknowntongue。

  “IrepeatedwhatIhadsaid。

  “Heshoutedagain,andIfoldedmyarmsandstoodstill。Presentlyhespoketohismenandcameforward。Hecarriedadrawnsword。

  “Isignedtohimtokeepaway,buthecontinuedtoadvance。Itoldhimagainverypatientlyandclearly:’Youmustnotcomehere。

  TheseareoldtemplesandIamherewithmydead。’

  “PresentlyhewassocloseIcouldseehisfaceclearly。Itwasanarrowface,withdullgreyeyes,andablackmoustache。Hehadascaronhisupperlip,andhewasdirtyandunshaven。Hekeptshoutingunintelligiblethings,questionsperhaps,atme。

  “Iknownowthathewasafraidofme,butatthetimethatdidnotoccurtome。AsItriedtoexplaintohimheinterruptedmeinimperioustones,biddingme,Isuppose,standaside。

  “Hemadetogopastme,AndIcaughtholdofhim。

  “Isawhisfacechangeatmygrip。

  “’Youfool,’Icried。’Don’tyouknow?Sheisdead!’

  “Hestartedback。Helookedatmewithcrueleyes。Isawasortofexultantresolveleapintothem——delight。Then,suddenly,withascowl,heswepthisswordback——SO——andthrust。“

  Hestoppedabruptly。Ibecameawareofachangeintherhythmofthetrain。Thebrakesliftedtheirvoicesandthecarriagejarredandjerked。Thispresentworldinsisteduponitself,becameclamorous。Isawthroughthesteamywindowhugeelectriclightsglaringdownfromtallmastsuponafog,sawrowsofstationaryemptycarriagespassingby,andthenasignal-box,hoistingitsconstellationofgreenandredintothemurkyLondontwilightmarchedafterthem。Ilookedagainathisdrawnfeatures。

  “Heranmethroughtheheart。Itwaswithasortofastonishment——

  nofear,nopain——butjustamazement,thatIfeltitpierceme,feltthesworddrivehomeintomybody。Itdidn’thurt,youknow。

  Itdidn’thurtatall。“

  Theyellowplatformlightscameintothefieldofview,passingfirstrapidly,thenslowly,andatlaststoppingwithajerk。

  Dimshapesofmenpassedtoandfrowithout。

  “Euston!“criedavoice。

  “Doyoumean——?“

  “Therewasnopain,nostingorsmart。Amazementandthendarknesssweepingovereverything。Thehot,brutalfacebeforeme,thefaceofthemanwhohadkilledme,seemedtorecede。Itsweptoutofexistence——“

  “Euston!“clamouredthevoicesoutside;“Euston!“

  Thecarriagedooropened,admittingafloodofsound,andaporterstoodregardingus。Thesoundsofdoorsslamming,andthehoof-clatterofcab-horses,andbehindthesethingsthefeaturelessremoteroaroftheLondoncobble-stones,cametomyears。Atruckloadoflightedlampsblazedalongtheplatform。

  “Adarkness,afloodofdarknessthatopenedandspreadandblottedoutallthings。“

  “Anyluggage,sir?“saidtheporter。

  “Andthatwastheend?“Iasked。

  Heseemedtohesitate。Then,almostinaudibly,heanswered,“No。“

  “Youmean?“

  “Icouldn’tgettoher。ShewasthereontheothersideoftheTemple——

  Andthen——“

  “Yes,“Iinsisted。“Yes?“

  “Nightmares,“hecried;“nightmaresindeed!MyGod!Greatbirdsthatfoughtandtore。“

  End

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