DaphneDuMaurier-ABorderlineCase
Hehadbeenasleepforabouttenminutes.Certainlynolonger.Shelagh Hehadbeenasleepforabouttenminutes.Cert ainlynolonger.Shelaghh h adbroughtupsomeoftheoldphotographalbum adbroughtupsomeof theoldphotographalbumsfromthestudytoamuse sfromthestudytoamuseherfath herfath er,andtheyhadbeenlaughingandgoingthrou er,andtheyhadbeen laughingandgoingthroughthemtogether.Heseem ghthemtogether.Heseemedsomuc edsomuc hbetter.Thenursehadfeltfreetogooffdu hbetter.Thenurseha dfeltfreetogooffdutyfortheafternoonand tyfortheafternoonandtakeawa takeawa lk,leavingherpatientinthecareofhisdau lk,leavingherpatien tinthecareofhisdaughter,whileMrsMoneyhe ghter,whileMrsMoneyherselfhad rselfhad slippedoffinthecartothevillagetohave slippedoffintheca rtothevillagetohaveherhairdone.Thedocto herhairdone.Thedoctorhadrea rhadrea ssuredthemallthatthecrisiswaspast;itw ssuredthemallthatt hecrisiswaspast;itwasjustamatterofrest asjustamatterofrestandquiet andquiet ,andtakingthingseasy. Shelaghwasstandingbythewindowlookingdow Shelaghwasstandingb ythewindowlookingdownintothegarden.Shewo nintothegarden.Shewou u ldremainathome,ofcourse,aslongasherf ldremainathome,of course,aslongasherfatherwantedher-indeed, atherwantedher-indeed,shecould shecould notbeartoleavehimiftherewasanydoubt notbeartoleavehim iftherewasanydoubtabouthiscondition.Itw abouthiscondition.Itwasonlyt asonlyt hat,ifsheturneddowntheoffertheTheatre hat,ifsheturneddow ntheoffertheTheatreGrouphadmadetoherof Grouphadmadetoherofplayingt playingt heleadintheirforthcomingseriesofShakesp heleadintheirforth comingseriesofShakespeareplays,thechancemi eareplays,thechancemightnotc ghtnotc omeherwayagain.Rosalind...Portia...Vio omeherwayagain.Ros alind...Portia...Viola-Violasurelythegreat la-Violasurelythegreatestfuno estfuno fall.Theyearningheartconcealedbeneatha fall.Theyearninghe artconcealedbeneathacloakofdissimulation,t cloakofdissimulation,thewhole hewhole businessofdeceptionwhettingappetite. Unconsciouslyshesmiled,pushingherhairbeh Unconsciouslyshesmil ed,pushingherhairbehindherears,tiltingher indherears,tiltingher head,onehandonherhip,apingCesario,and head,onehandonher hip,apingCesario,andsheheardasuddenmoveme sheheardasuddenmovementfromt ntfromt hebedandsawherfatherstrugglingtositup hebedandsawherfat herstrugglingtositupright.Hewasstaringat right.Hewasstaringather,ane her,ane xpressionofhorroranddisbeliefuponhisfac xpressionofhorroran ddisbeliefuponhisface,andhecriedout,'Oh e,andhecriedout,'Ohno...Oh no...Oh ,Jinnie...OhmyGod!',andassherantohi ,Jinnie...OhmyGod !',andassherantohisside,sayingtohim,'W sside,sayingtohim,'Whatisit hatisit ,darling,what'swrong?'hetriedtowaveher ,darling,what'swron g?'hetriedtowaveheraside,shakinghishead, aside,shakinghishead,andthen andthen hecollapsedbackwardsonhispillows,andsh hecollapsedbackward sonhispillows,andsheknewthathewasdead. eknewthathewasdead. Sheranoutoftheroom,callingforthenurse Sheranoutoftheroo m,callingforthenurse,thenrememberedthatsh ,thenrememberedthatshe e hadgoneforawalk.Shecouldhavegoneacro hadgoneforawalk. Shecouldhavegoneacrossthefields,anywhere. ssthefields,anywhere.Shelaghr Shelaghr usheddownstairstofindhermother,buttheh usheddownstairstofi ndhermother,butthehousewasempty,andtheg ousewasempty,andthegaragedoo aragedoo rswerewideopen-hermothermusthavegoneso rswerewideopen-her mothermusthavegonesomewhereinthecar.Why? mewhereinthecar.Why?Whatfor? Whatfor? Shehadneversaidshewasgoingout.Shelagh Shehadneversaidsh ewasgoingout.Shelaghseizedthetelephonein seizedthetelephoneinthehall thehall withshakinghandsanddialledthedoctor'snu withshakinghandsand dialledthedoctor'snumber,butwhentheanswer mber,butwhentheansweringclick ingclick cameitwasnotthedoctorhimselfbuthisre cameitwasnotthed octorhimselfbuthisrecordedvoice,toneless,a cordedvoice,toneless,automatic, utomatic, saying,'ThisisDoctorDrayspeaking.Ishal saying,'ThisisDoct orDrayspeaking.Ishallnotbeavailableuntil lnotbeavailableuntilfiveo'cl fiveo'cl ock.Yourmessagewillberecorded.Pleasesta ock.Yourmessagewill berecorded.Pleasestartnow...',andtherewa rtnow...',andtherewasaticki saticki ngsound,justaswhenonerangtoknowtheti ngsound,justaswhen onerangtoknowthetimeandthevoicesaid,'A meandthevoicesaid,'Atthethi tthethi rdstrokeitwillbetwo,forty-two,andtwentyseconds...' Shelaghflungdownthereceiverandbegantos Shelaghflungdownthe receiverandbegantosearchthetelephonedirec earchthetelephonedirect t oryfeverishlyforthenumberofDoctorDray's oryfeverishlyforthe numberofDoctorDray'spartner,ayoungmanlat partner,ayoungmanlatelyjoine elyjoine dthepractice-shedidnotknowhim-andthist dthepractice-shedid notknowhim-andthistimealivevoiceanswered imealivevoiceanswered,awoman ,awoman .Therewasthesoundofachildcryinginthe .Therewasthesound ofachildcryinginthedistanceandaradiobla distanceandaradioblaring,and ring,and sheheardthewomanshoutimpatientlyatthe sheheardthewomans houtimpatientlyatthechildtobequiet. childtobequiet. 'ThisisShelaghMoneyspeaking,ofWhitegates 'ThisisShelaghMoney speaking,ofWhitegates,GreatMarsden.Pleasea ,GreatMarsden.Pleaseas s kthedoctortocomeatonce,Ithinkmyfathe kthedoctortocomea tonce,Ithinkmyfatherhasjustdied.Thenurs rhasjustdied.Thenurseisout eisout andI'maloneinthehouse.Ican'tgetDoctorDray.' Sheheardherownvoicebreak,andthewoman's Sheheardherownvoic ebreak,andthewoman'sreply,swift,sympatheti reply,swift,sympathetic c ,'I'llcontactmyhusbandimmediately',made ,'I'llcontactmyhus bandimmediately',madefurtherexplanationimpos furtherexplanationimpossible.Sh sible.Sh ecouldn'tspeak,butturnedawayblindlyfrom ecouldn'tspeak,but turnedawayblindlyfromthetelephoneandranup thetelephoneandranupthestai thestai rsagainintothebedroom.Hewaslyingasshe rsagainintothebedr oom.Hewaslyingasshehadlefthim,theexpres hadlefthim,theexpressionofh sionofh orrorstillonhisface,andshewentandknel orrorstillonhisfac e,andshewentandkneltbesidehimandkissedh tbesidehimandkissedhishand, ishand, thetearspouringdownhercheeks.'Why?'she thetearspouringdown hercheeks.'Why?'sheaskedherself.'Whathapp askedherself.'Whathappened?Wha ened?Wha tdidIdo?'Becausewhenhecriedout,using tdidIdo?'Becausew henhecriedout,usingherpetnameJinnie,itw herpetnameJinnie,itwasnotas asnotas ifhehadbeenseizedwithsuddenpainonwak ifhehadbeenseized withsuddenpainonwakingfromsleep.Itdidno ingfromsleep.Itdidnotseemli tseemli kethatatall,butmoreasthoughhiscrywas kethatatall,butmo reasthoughhiscrywasoneofaccusation,that oneofaccusation,thatshehadd shehadd onesomethingsoappallingthatitsuspendeda onesomethingsoappal lingthatitsuspendedallbelief.'Ohno...Oh, llbelief.'Ohno...Oh,Jinnie. Jinnie. ..OhmyGod...!'Thentryingtowardheroff ..OhmyGod...!'The ntryingtowardheroffassherantohisside, assherantohisside,anddying anddying instantly. Ican'tbearit,Ican'tbearit,shethought, Ican'tbearit,Ican 'tbearit,shethought,whatdidIdo?Shegotu whatdidIdo?Shegotup p ,stillblindedbytears,andwentandstoodb ,stillblindedbytea rs,andwentandstoodbytheopenwindowandloo ytheopenwindowandlookedback kedback overhershouldertothebed,butitwasnolo overhershouldertot hebed,butitwasnolongerthesame.Hewasnot ngerthesame.Hewasnotstaring staring
atheranymore.Hewasstill.Hehadgone.Themomentoftruthhadvan atheranymore.Hewasstill.Hehadgone.Th emomentoftruthhadvanishedfor ishedfor ever,andshewouldneverknow.Whathadhapp ever,andshewouldn everknow.WhathadhappenedwasThen,wasalread enedwasThen,wasalreadypast,i ypast,i nsomeotherdimensionoftime,andthepresen nsomeotherdimension oftime,andthepresentwasNow,partofafutu twasNow,partofafuturehecou rehecou ldnotshare.Thispresent,thisfuture,wasa ldnotshare.Thispre sent,thisfuture,wasallblanktohim,likethe llblanktohim,liketheemptysp emptysp acesinthephotographalbumbesidethebed,w acesinthephotograph albumbesidethebed,waitingtobefilled.Even aitingtobefilled.Even,shetho ,shetho ught,ifhehadreadmymind,whichheoftend ught,ifhehadreadm ymind,whichheoftendid,hewouldnothavecar id,hewouldnothavecared.Hekn ed.Hekn ewIwantedtoplaythosepartswiththeTheat ewIwantedtoplayth osepartswiththeTheatreGroup,heencouragedm reGroup,heencouragedme,hewas e,hewas delighted.ItwasnotasthoughIwereplanni delighted.Itwasnot asthoughIwereplanningtogooffatanymomen ngtogooffatanymomentandlea tandlea vehim....Whytheexpressionofhorror,ofdi vehim....Whytheexp ressionofhorror,ofdisbelief?Why?Why? sbelief?Why?Why? Shestaredoutofthewindow,andthecarpeto Shestaredoutofthe window,andthecarpetofautumnleavesscattered fautumnleavesscattered hereandthereonthelawnwassuddenlyblown hereandthereonthe lawnwassuddenlyblowninagustofwindupinto inagustofwindupintotheair theair likebirdsandtossedinalldirections,only likebirdsandtossed inalldirections,onlytodriftapart,andtumbl todriftapart,andtumble,andfa e,andfa ll.Theleavesthathadoncebuddedtightand ll.Theleavesthatha doncebuddedtightandcloseupontheparenttre closeupontheparenttree,togli e,togli stenthickandgreenthroughoutthesummer,ha stenthickandgreent hroughoutthesummer,hadnomorelife.Thetree dnomorelife.Thetreedisowned disowned them,andtheyhadbecomethesportofanyidl them,andtheyhadbec omethesportofanyidlewindthatchancedtobl ewindthatchancedtoblow.Even ow.Even theburnishedgoldwasreflectedsunlight,los theburnishedgoldwas reflectedsunlight,lostwhenthesunhadset,s twhenthesunhadset,sothatin othatin shadowtheybecamecrinkled,barren,dry. Shelaghheardthesoundofacarcomingdownt Shelaghheardthesoun dofacarcomingdownthedrive,andshewentou hedrive,andshewentout t oftheroomandstoodatthetopofthestair oftheroomandstood atthetopofthestairs.Itwasnotthedoctor, s.Itwasnotthedoctor,though, though, itwashermother.Shecamethroughthefront itwashermother.She camethroughthefrontdoortothehall,peeling doortothehall,peelingoffher offher gloves,herhairbunchedhighonherhead,gle gloves,herhairbunch edhighonherhead,gleamingandcrispfromthe amingandcrispfromthedrier.Un drier.Un consciousofherdaughter'seyesshehovereda consciousofherdaugh ter'seyesshehoveredamomentbeforethemirror momentbeforethemirror,patting ,patting astraycurlintoplace.Thenshetookherli astraycurlintopla ce.Thenshetookherlipstickfromherbagandm pstickfromherbagandmadeuphe adeuphe rmouth.Adoorbanginginthedirectionofth rmouth.Adoorbangin ginthedirectionofthekitchenmadeherturnh ekitchenmadeherturnherhead. erhead. 'Thatyou,Nurse?'shecalled.'Howabouttea? 'Thatyou,Nurse?'she called.'Howabouttea?Wecanallhaveitupsta Wecanallhaveitupstai i rs.' Shelookedbackintothemirror,cockingherh Shelookedbackintot hemirror,cockingherhead,thendab-bedoffth ead,thendab-bedoffthe e surpluslipstickwithatissue. Thenurseappearedfromthekitchen.Shelooke Thenurseappearedfro mthekitchen.Shelookeddifferentoutofunifor ddifferentoutofuniform m .ShehadborrowedShelagh'sdufflecoatforh .ShehadborrowedShe lagh'sdufflecoatforherwalk,andherhair,us erwalk,andherhair,usuallyso uallyso trim,wasdishevelled. 'Suchalovelyafternoon,'shesaid.I'vebeen 'Suchalovelyafterno on,'shesaid.I'vebeenforquiteatrampacross forquiteatrampacross thefields.Itwassorefreshing.Blownallth thefields.Itwasso refreshing.Blownallthecobwebsaway.Yes,let' ecobwebsaway.Yes,let'shavete shavete a,byallmeans.How'smypatient?' Theyarelivinginthepast,Shelaghthought, Theyarelivinginthe past,Shelaghthought,inamomentoftimethat inamomentoftimethatd d oesnotexistanymore.Thenursewouldnever oesnotexistanymore .Thenursewouldnevereatthebutteredsconess eatthebutteredsconesshehadan hehadan ticipated,glowingfromherwalk,andhermoth ticipated,glowingfro mherwalk,andhermother,whensheglancedinto er,whensheglancedintothemirr themirr orlater,wouldseeanolder,morehaggardfac orlater,wouldseean older,morehaggardfacebeneaththepiled-upco ebeneaththepiled-upcoiffure.I iffure.I twasasifgrief,comingsounexpectedly,had twasasifgrief,com ingsounexpectedly,hadsharpenedintuition,and sharpenedintuition,andshecoul shecoul dseethenursealreadyinstalledbythebedsi dseethenursealread yinstalledbythebedsideofhernextpatient,s deofhernextpatient,somequeru omequeru lousinvalid,unlikeherfather,whoteasedan lousinvalid,unlikeh erfather,whoteasedandmadejokes,whileherm dmadejokes,whilehermother,dr other,dr essedsuitablyinblackandwhite(blackalone essedsuitablyinblac kandwhite(blackaloneshewouldconsidertoos shewouldconsidertoosevere),r evere),r epliedtothelettersofcondolence,thosefro epliedtotheletters ofcondolence,thosefromthemoreimportantpeop mthemoreimportantpeoplefirst. lefirst. Thentheybothbecameawareofher,standinga Thentheybothbecame awareofher,standingatthetopofthestairs. tthetopofthestairs. 'He'sdead,'Shelaghsaid. Theirupturnedfacesstaredatherindisbelie Theirupturnedfacess taredatherindisbelief,ashishaddone,butw f,ashishaddone,butwi i thoutthehorror,withouttheaccusation,and thoutthehorror,with outtheaccusation,andasthenurse,recovering asthenurse,recoveringfirst,br first,br ushedpastherupthestairs,shesawhermoth ushedpastherupthe stairs,shesawhermother'scarefullypreserved er'scarefullypreservedandstill andstill lovelyfacedisintegrate,crumple,likeaplasticmask. Youmustnotblameyourself.Therewasnothing Youmustnotblameyou rself.Therewasnothingyoucouldhavedone.It youcouldhavedone.Itw w asboundtohappen,soonerorlater....Yes,t asboundtohappen,so onerorlater....Yes,thoughtShelagh,butwhyn houghtShelagh,butwhynotlater otlater ratherthansooner,becausewhenone'sfather ratherthansooner,be causewhenone'sfatherdiesthereissomuchtha diesthereissomuchthathasbee thasbee nleftunsaid.HadIknown,thatlasthoursit nleftunsaid.HadIk nown,thatlasthoursittingthere,talkingandl tingthere,talkingandlaughinga aughinga bouttrivialthings,thattherewasaclotfor bouttrivialthings,t hattherewasaclotforminglikeatime-bombclo minglikeatime-bombclosetohis setohis heart,readytoexplode,Iwouldsurelyhave heart,readytoexplo de,Iwouldsurelyhavebehaveddifferently,held behaveddifferently,heldontohi ontohi m,atleastthankedhimforallmynineteenye m,atleastthankedhi mforallmynineteenyearsofhappinessandlove arsofhappinessandlove.Notfli .Notfli ppedoverthephotographsinthealbum,mockin ppedoverthephotogra phsinthealbum,mockingbygonefashions,norya gbygonefashions,noryawnedhalf wnedhalf waythrough,sothat,sensingboredom,helet waythrough,sothat, sensingboredom,heletthealbumdroptotheflo thealbumdroptothefloorandmu orandmu rmured,'Don'tbotheraboutme,pet,I'llhaveakip.' It'salwaysthesamewhenyoucomefacetofac It'salwaysthesamew henyoucomefacetofacewithdeath,thenurset ewithdeath,thenurseto o
atheranymore.Hewasstill.Hehadgone.Themomentoftruthhadvan atheranymore.Hewasstill.Hehadgone.Th emomentoftruthhadvanishedfor ishedfor ever,andshewouldneverknow.Whathadhapp ever,andshewouldn everknow.WhathadhappenedwasThen,wasalread enedwasThen,wasalreadypast,i ypast,i nsomeotherdimensionoftime,andthepresen nsomeotherdimension oftime,andthepresentwasNow,partofafutu twasNow,partofafuturehecou rehecou ldnotshare.Thispresent,thisfuture,wasa ldnotshare.Thispre sent,thisfuture,wasallblanktohim,likethe llblanktohim,liketheemptysp emptysp acesinthephotographalbumbesidethebed,w acesinthephotograph albumbesidethebed,waitingtobefilled.Even aitingtobefilled.Even,shetho ,shetho ught,ifhehadreadmymind,whichheoftend ught,ifhehadreadm ymind,whichheoftendid,hewouldnothavecar id,hewouldnothavecared.Hekn ed.Hekn ewIwantedtoplaythosepartswiththeTheat ewIwantedtoplayth osepartswiththeTheatreGroup,heencouragedm reGroup,heencouragedme,hewas e,hewas delighted.ItwasnotasthoughIwereplanni delighted.Itwasnot asthoughIwereplanningtogooffatanymomen ngtogooffatanymomentandlea tandlea vehim....Whytheexpressionofhorror,ofdi vehim....Whytheexp ressionofhorror,ofdisbelief?Why?Why? sbelief?Why?Why? Shestaredoutofthewindow,andthecarpeto Shestaredoutofthe window,andthecarpetofautumnleavesscattered fautumnleavesscattered hereandthereonthelawnwassuddenlyblown hereandthereonthe lawnwassuddenlyblowninagustofwindupinto inagustofwindupintotheair theair likebirdsandtossedinalldirections,only likebirdsandtossed inalldirections,onlytodriftapart,andtumbl todriftapart,andtumble,andfa e,andfa ll.Theleavesthathadoncebuddedtightand ll.Theleavesthatha doncebuddedtightandcloseupontheparenttre closeupontheparenttree,togli e,togli stenthickandgreenthroughoutthesummer,ha stenthickandgreent hroughoutthesummer,hadnomorelife.Thetree dnomorelife.Thetreedisowned disowned them,andtheyhadbecomethesportofanyidl them,andtheyhadbec omethesportofanyidlewindthatchancedtobl ewindthatchancedtoblow.Even ow.Even theburnishedgoldwasreflectedsunlight,los theburnishedgoldwas reflectedsunlight,lostwhenthesunhadset,s twhenthesunhadset,sothatin othatin shadowtheybecamecrinkled,barren,dry. Shelaghheardthesoundofacarcomingdownt Shelaghheardthesoun dofacarcomingdownthedrive,andshewentou hedrive,andshewentout t oftheroomandstoodatthetopofthestair oftheroomandstood atthetopofthestairs.Itwasnotthedoctor, s.Itwasnotthedoctor,though, though, itwashermother.Shecamethroughthefront itwashermother.She camethroughthefrontdoortothehall,peeling doortothehall,peelingoffher offher gloves,herhairbunchedhighonherhead,gle gloves,herhairbunch edhighonherhead,gleamingandcrispfromthe amingandcrispfromthedrier.Un drier.Un consciousofherdaughter'seyesshehovereda consciousofherdaugh ter'seyesshehoveredamomentbeforethemirror momentbeforethemirror,patting ,patting astraycurlintoplace.Thenshetookherli astraycurlintopla ce.Thenshetookherlipstickfromherbagandm pstickfromherbagandmadeuphe adeuphe rmouth.Adoorbanginginthedirectionofth rmouth.Adoorbangin ginthedirectionofthekitchenmadeherturnh ekitchenmadeherturnherhead. erhead. 'Thatyou,Nurse?'shecalled.'Howabouttea? 'Thatyou,Nurse?'she called.'Howabouttea?Wecanallhaveitupsta Wecanallhaveitupstai i rs.' Shelookedbackintothemirror,cockingherh Shelookedbackintot hemirror,cockingherhead,thendab-bedoffth ead,thendab-bedoffthe e surpluslipstickwithatissue. Thenurseappearedfromthekitchen.Shelooke Thenurseappearedfro mthekitchen.Shelookeddifferentoutofunifor ddifferentoutofuniform m .ShehadborrowedShelagh'sdufflecoatforh .ShehadborrowedShe lagh'sdufflecoatforherwalk,andherhair,us erwalk,andherhair,usuallyso uallyso trim,wasdishevelled. 'Suchalovelyafternoon,'shesaid.I'vebeen 'Suchalovelyafterno on,'shesaid.I'vebeenforquiteatrampacross forquiteatrampacross thefields.Itwassorefreshing.Blownallth thefields.Itwasso refreshing.Blownallthecobwebsaway.Yes,let' ecobwebsaway.Yes,let'shavete shavete a,byallmeans.How'smypatient?' Theyarelivinginthepast,Shelaghthought, Theyarelivinginthe past,Shelaghthought,inamomentoftimethat inamomentoftimethatd d oesnotexistanymore.Thenursewouldnever oesnotexistanymore .Thenursewouldnevereatthebutteredsconess eatthebutteredsconesshehadan hehadan ticipated,glowingfromherwalk,andhermoth ticipated,glowingfro mherwalk,andhermother,whensheglancedinto er,whensheglancedintothemirr themirr orlater,wouldseeanolder,morehaggardfac orlater,wouldseean older,morehaggardfacebeneaththepiled-upco ebeneaththepiled-upcoiffure.I iffure.I twasasifgrief,comingsounexpectedly,had twasasifgrief,com ingsounexpectedly,hadsharpenedintuition,and sharpenedintuition,andshecoul shecoul dseethenursealreadyinstalledbythebedsi dseethenursealread yinstalledbythebedsideofhernextpatient,s deofhernextpatient,somequeru omequeru lousinvalid,unlikeherfather,whoteasedan lousinvalid,unlikeh erfather,whoteasedandmadejokes,whileherm dmadejokes,whilehermother,dr other,dr essedsuitablyinblackandwhite(blackalone essedsuitablyinblac kandwhite(blackaloneshewouldconsidertoos shewouldconsidertoosevere),r evere),r epliedtothelettersofcondolence,thosefro epliedtotheletters ofcondolence,thosefromthemoreimportantpeop mthemoreimportantpeoplefirst. lefirst. Thentheybothbecameawareofher,standinga Thentheybothbecame awareofher,standingatthetopofthestairs. tthetopofthestairs. 'He'sdead,'Shelaghsaid. Theirupturnedfacesstaredatherindisbelie Theirupturnedfacess taredatherindisbelief,ashishaddone,butw f,ashishaddone,butwi i thoutthehorror,withouttheaccusation,and thoutthehorror,with outtheaccusation,andasthenurse,recovering asthenurse,recoveringfirst,br first,br ushedpastherupthestairs,shesawhermoth ushedpastherupthe stairs,shesawhermother'scarefullypreserved er'scarefullypreservedandstill andstill lovelyfacedisintegrate,crumple,likeaplasticmask. Youmustnotblameyourself.Therewasnothing Youmustnotblameyou rself.Therewasnothingyoucouldhavedone.It youcouldhavedone.Itw w asboundtohappen,soonerorlater....Yes,t asboundtohappen,so onerorlater....Yes,thoughtShelagh,butwhyn houghtShelagh,butwhynotlater otlater ratherthansooner,becausewhenone'sfather ratherthansooner,be causewhenone'sfatherdiesthereissomuchtha diesthereissomuchthathasbee thasbee nleftunsaid.HadIknown,thatlasthoursit nleftunsaid.HadIk nown,thatlasthoursittingthere,talkingandl tingthere,talkingandlaughinga aughinga bouttrivialthings,thattherewasaclotfor bouttrivialthings,t hattherewasaclotforminglikeatime-bombclo minglikeatime-bombclosetohis setohis heart,readytoexplode,Iwouldsurelyhave heart,readytoexplo de,Iwouldsurelyhavebehaveddifferently,held behaveddifferently,heldontohi ontohi m,atleastthankedhimforallmynineteenye m,atleastthankedhi mforallmynineteenyearsofhappinessandlove arsofhappinessandlove.Notfli .Notfli ppedoverthephotographsinthealbum,mockin ppedoverthephotogra phsinthealbum,mockingbygonefashions,norya gbygonefashions,noryawnedhalf wnedhalf waythrough,sothat,sensingboredom,helet waythrough,sothat, sensingboredom,heletthealbumdroptotheflo thealbumdroptothefloorandmu orandmu rmured,'Don'tbotheraboutme,pet,I'llhaveakip.' It'salwaysthesamewhenyoucomefacetofac It'salwaysthesamew henyoucomefacetofacewithdeath,thenurset ewithdeath,thenurseto o
ldher,youfeelyoucouldhavedonemore.Itusedtoworrymealotwh ldher,youfeelyoucouldhavedonemore.It usedtoworrymealotwhenIwas enIwas training.Andofcoursewithacloserelative training.Andofcours ewithacloserelativeit'sworse.You'vehada it'sworse.You'vehadagreatsho greatsho ck,youmusttryandpullyourselftogetherfo ck,youmusttryandp ullyourselftogetherforyourmother'ssake.... ryourmother'ssake....Mymother Mymother 'ssake?MymotherwouldnotmindifIwalked 'ssake?Mymotherwou ldnotmindifIwalkedoutofthehousethismom outofthehousethismoment,Shel ent,Shel aghwasonthepointofsaying,becausethens aghwasonthepointo fsaying,becausethenshewouldhavealltheatt hewouldhavealltheattention,a ention,a llthesympathy,peoplewouldsayhowwonderfu llthesympathy,peopl ewouldsayhowwonderfullyshewasbearingup,w llyshewasbearingup,whereaswi hereaswi thmeinthehousesympathywillbedivided.E thmeinthehousesym pathywillbedivided.EvenDoctorDray,whenhe venDoctorDray,whenhefinallya finallya rrivedinthewakeofhispartner,pattedher rrivedinthewakeof hispartner,pattedherontheshoulderbeforehe ontheshoulderbeforehermother rmother andsaid,'Hewasveryproudofyou,mydear, andsaid,'Hewasvery proudofyou,mydear,hewasalwaystellingme hewasalwaystellingmeso.'Sod so.'Sod eath,Shelaghdecided,wasamomentforcompli eath,Shelaghdecided, wasamomentforcompliments,foreveryonesayin ments,foreveryonesayingpolite gpolite thingsabouteverybodyelsewhichtheywouldn thingsabouteverybody elsewhichtheywouldnotdreamofsayingatano otdreamofsayingatanothertime thertime .Letmerunupstairsforyou...Letmeanswe .Letmerunupstairs foryou...Letmeanswerthetelephone...Shall rthetelephone...ShallIputon Iputon thekettle?Anexcessofcourtesy,likemanda thekettle?Anexcess ofcourtesy,likemandarinsinkimonosbowing,a rinsinkimonosbowing,andatthe ndatthe sametimeanattemptatself-justificationfo sametimeanattempt atself-justificationfornothavingbeentherew rnothavingbeentherewhenthee henthee xplosionhappened. Thenurse(tothedoctor'spartner):'Iwould Thenurse(tothedoct or'spartner):'Iwouldneverhavegoneforawal neverhavegoneforawalk k ifIhadn'tbeenquitesurehewascomfortabl ifIhadn'tbeenquit esurehewascomfortable.AndIbelievedthatbo e.AndIbelievedthatbothMrsMo thMrsMo neyandherdaughterwereinthehouse.Yes,I neyandherdaughterw ereinthehouse.Yes,Ihadgivenhimthetablet hadgivenhimthetablets...'et s...'et c.,etc. Sheisinthewitness-box,ontrial,thoughtS Sheisinthewitnessbox,ontrial,thoughtShelagh,butsoareweall helagh,butsoareweall. . Hermother(alsotothedoctor'spartner):'It Hermother(alsototh edoctor'spartner):'Ithadentirelyslippedmy hadentirelyslippedmym m emorythatNursewasgoingout.Therehasbeen emorythatNursewasg oingout.Therehasbeensomuchtothinkof,so somuchtothinkof,somuchanxi muchanxi ety,andIthoughtitwouldrelaxmetopaya ety,andIthoughtit wouldrelaxmetopayaquickvisittothehairdr quickvisittothehairdresser,an esser,an dhehadseemedsomuchbetter,reallyhisold dhehadseemedsomuc hbetter,reallyhisoldself.Iwouldneverhave self.Iwouldneverhavedreamto dreamto fleavingthehouse,leavinghisroom,ifIha fleavingthehouse,l eavinghisroom,ifIhadthoughtforonemoment dthoughtforonemoment...' ...' 'Isn'tthatthetrouble?'Shelaghburstin.'W 'Isn'tthatthetroubl e?'Shelaghburstin.'Weneverdothink,anyof eneverdothink,anyofu u s.Youdidn't,Nursedidn't,DoctorDraydidn' s.Youdidn't,Nursed idn't,DoctorDraydidn't,andaboveallIdidn't t,andaboveallIdidn't,because ,because I'mtheonlyonewhosawwhathappened,andI I'mtheonlyonewho sawwhathappened,andIshallneverforgetthel shallneverforgetthelookonhi ookonhi sfaceaslongasIlive.' Shestormedalongthepassagetoherownroom, Shestormedalongthe passagetoherownroom,sobbinghystericallyin sobbinghystericallyina a wayshehadnotdoneforyears-thelasttime wayshehadnotdone foryears-thelasttimewaswhenthepost-vansma waswhenthepost-vansmashedinto shedinto herfirstcarwhenitwasparkedintheentra herfirstcarwhenit wasparkedintheentrancedrive,allthattwist ncedrive,allthattwistedmetal, edmetal, thelovelyplaythingruined.Thatwillteach thelovelyplaything ruined.Thatwillteachthemalesson,shetoldh themalesson,shetoldherself,t erself,t hatwillshakethemoutofthisbusinessoftr hatwillshakethemou tofthisbusinessoftryingtobehavesowell,o yingtobehavesowell,ofbeingn fbeingn obleinthefaceofdeath,ofmakingoutthat obleinthefaceofde ath,ofmakingoutthatit'samercifulreleasea it'samercifulreleaseandeveryt ndeveryt hingisreallyforthebest.Noneofthemreal hingisreallyforthe best.Noneofthemreallyminding,caring,that lyminding,caring,thatsomeoneh someoneh asgoneforever.Butforever... Laterthatevening,everyonegonetobed,deat Laterthatevening,ev eryonegonetobed,deathbeingsoexhaustingto hbeingsoexhaustingtoa a llbutthedeparted,Shelaghcreptalongthel llbutthedeparted,S helaghcreptalongthelandingtoherfather'sro andingtoherfather'sroomandfo omandfo undthephotographalbum,tactfullytidiedawa undthephotographalb um,tactfullytidiedawayonacornertablebyth yonacornertablebythenurse, enurse, andcarrieditbackwithhertoherownbedroo andcarrieditbackwi thhertoherownbedroom.Earlier,duringtheaf m.Earlier,duringtheafternoon, ternoon, thephotographshadbeenwithoutsignificance, thephotographshadbe enwithoutsignificance,familiarasoldChristma familiarasoldChristmascardsh scardsh oardedinadrawer,butnowtheywereakindo oardedinadrawer,bu tnowtheywereakindofobituary,likestillsf fobituary,likestillsflashedin lashedin tributeonatelevisionscreen. Thebefrilledbabyonarug,mouthagape,his Thebefrilledbabyon arug,mouthagape,hisparentsplayingcroquet. parentsplayingcroquet.A A nuncle,killedinthefirstworldwar.Herfa nuncle,killedinthe firstworldwar.Herfatheragain,nolongerab theragain,nolongerababyona abyona rugbutinbreeches,holdingacricket-battoo rugbutinbreeches,h oldingacricket-battoobigforhim.Homesofgr bigforhim.Homesofgrandparent andparent slongdead.Childrenonbeaches.Picnicsonm slongdead.Children onbeaches.Picnicsonmoors.ThenDartmouth,pho oors.ThenDartmouth,photographs tographs ofships.Rowsoflined-upboys,youths,men. ofships.Rowsofline d-upboys,youths,men.Asachildithadbeenhe Asachildithadbeenherpridet rpridet opointtohimatonce.'Thereyouare,that's opointtohimatonce .'Thereyouare,that'syou',thesmallestboya you',thesmallestboyattheend ttheend oftheline,theninthenextphotographslim oftheline,thenin thenextphotographslimmerandstandinginthes merandstandinginthesecondrow econdrow ,thengrowingquitetallandsuddenlyhandsom ,thengrowingquitet allandsuddenlyhandsome,achildnolonger,and e,achildnolonger,andshewoul shewoul dturnthepagesrapidlybecausethephotograp dturnthepagesrapid lybecausethephotographswouldbeofplaces,no hswouldbeofplaces,notofpeop tofpeop le-Malta,Alexandria,Portsmouth,Greenwich.D le-Malta,Alexandria, Portsmouth,Greenwich.Dogsthathadbeenhiswhi ogsthathadbeenhiswhichsheha chsheha dnotknown.'There'sdearoldPunch...'(Pun dnotknown.'There's dearoldPunch...'(Punch,heusedtotellher, ch,heusedtotellher,alwayskn alwayskn ewwhenhisshipwasduehome,andwaitedata ewwhenhisshipwasd uehome,andwaitedatanupstairswindow.)Naval nupstairswindow.)Navalofficers officers ridingdonkeys...playingtennis...running ridingdonkeys...pl ayingtennis...runningraces,allthisbeforet races,allthisbeforethewar,a hewar,a ndithadmadeherthink,'unconsciousofthei ndithadmadeherthi nk,'unconsciousoftheirdoom,thelittlevictim rdoom,thelittlevictimsplay', splay', becauseonthenextpageitbecamesuddenlysa becauseonthenextpa geitbecamesuddenlysad,theshiphehadloved d,theshiphehadlovedblownup, blownup, andsomanyofthoselaughingyoungmenlost. andsomanyofthose laughingyoungmenlost.'PooroldMonkeyWhite, 'PooroldMonkeyWhite,hewould hewould
havebeenanadmiralhadhelived.'ShetriedtoimaginethegrinningfaceofMo nkeyWhiteinthephototurnedintoanadmiral,bald-headed,perhaps,stout,and somethinginsideherwasgladthathehaddied,althoughherfathersaidhewas alosstotheService.Moreofficers,moreships,andthegreatdaywhenMountb attenvisitedtheship,herfatherincommand,meetinghimashewaspipedaboar d.ThecourtyardatBuckinghamPalace.Standingratherself-consciouslybeforet hepressphotographer,displayingmedals. 'Notlongnowbeforewecometoyou,'herfatherusedtosayasheturne dthepagetothefull-blownandnever-to-him-admittedrathersillyphotographo fhermotherineveningdresswhichhesomuchadmired,wearinghersoulfullook thatShelaghknewwell.Itembarrassedher,asachild,tothinkthatherfathe rhadfalleninlove,or,ifmenmustlove,thenitshouldhavebeensomeoneels e,someonedark,mysteriousandprofoundlyclever,notanordinarypersonwhowa simpatientfornoreasonandcrosswhenonewaslateforlunch. Thenavalwedding,hermothersmilingintriumphShelaghknewthatlook too,sheworeitwhenshegotherwayaboutanything,whichshegenerallydid-an dherfather'ssmile,sodifferent,nottriumphant,merelyhappy.Thefrumpishb ridesmaidswearingdressesthatmadethemfatterthantheywere-shemusthavech osenthemonpurposenottobeoutdone-andthebestman,herfather'sfriendNic k,notnearlysogood-lookingasherfather.Hewasbetterinoneoftheearlier groupsontheship,butherehelookedsupercilious,bored. Thehoneymoon,thefirsthouse,andthenherownappearance,thechildho odphotographsthatwerepartofherlife;onherfather'sknee,onhisshoulder s,andrightthroughchildhoodandadolescenceuntillastChristmas.Itcouldbe myobituarytoo,shethought,we'vesharedthisbooktogether,anditendswith hissnapshotofmestandinginthesnowandmineofhim,smilingatmethrough thestudywindow. Inamomentshewouldcryagain,whichwasself-pity;ifshecrieditmu stnotbeforherselfbutforhim.Whenwasit,thatafternoon,thathehadsens edherboredomandpushedthealbumaside?Itwaswhiletheywerediscussinghob bies.Hehadtoldhershewasphysicallylazy,didn'ttakeenoughexercise. 'IgetalltheexerciseIneedinthetheatre,'shesaid,'pretendingto beotherpeople.' 'It'snotthesame,'hesaid.'Youshouldgetawayfrompeoplesometimes ,imaginaryandreal.Itellyouwhat.WhenI'mupandaboutagainandinthecl earwe'llgoovertoIrelandandfish,thethreeofus.ItwoulddoyourMumap owerofgood,andIhaven'tfishedforyears.' Ireland?Fish?Herinstinctwasselfish,oneofdismay.Itwouldinterfe rewithherTheatreGroupplans.Shemustjokehimoutofit. 'Mumwouldhateeveryminute,'shesaid.'Shewouldmuchrathergototh esouthofFrancetostaywithAuntBella.'(Bellawashermother'ssister.Had avillaatCapd'Ail.) 'Idaresay,'hesmiled,'butthatwouldn'tbemyideaofconvalescence. HaveyouforgottenI'mhalf-Irish?YourgrandfathercamefromCountyAntrim.' 'I'venotforgotten,'shesaid,'butgrandfather'sbeendeadforyears, andliesburiedinaSuffolkchurchyard.SomuchforyourIrishblood.Youhaven 'tanyfriendsoverthere,haveyou?' Hedidnotanswerimmediately,andthenhesaid,'There'spooroldNick. ' PooroldNick...PooroldMonkeyWhite...PooroldPunch...Shewasm omentarilyconfusedbetweenfriendsanddogsshehadneverknown. 'Doyoumeanyourbestmanatthewedding?'shefrowned.'SomehowIthou ghthewasdead.' 'Deadtotheworld,'hesaidshortly.'Hewasbadlysmashedupinacar crashsomeyearsago,andlostaneye.Livedlikearecluseeversince.' 'Howsad.IsthatwhyheneversendsyouaChristmascard?' 'Partly...PooroldNick.Gallantastheycome,butmadasahatter.A border-linecase.Icouldn'trecommendhimforpromotion,andI'mafraidhebore meagrudgeeverafterwards.' 'That'shardlysurprising,then.I'dfeelthesameifI'dbeensomebody'
sclosefriendandtheyturnedmedown.' Heshookhishead.'Friendshipanddutyaretwoseparatethings,'hesai d,'andIputdutyfirst.Youareanothergeneration,youwouldn'tunderstand.I wasrightinwhatIdid,I'msureofthat,butitwasn'tverypleasantatthet ime.Achipontheshouldercanturnamansour.I'dhatetothinkmyselfrespon sibleforwhathemayhavegotmixedupin.' 'Whatdoyoumean?'sheasked. 'Nevermind,'hesaid,'noneofyourbusiness.Anyway,it'soveranddon ewithlongago.ButIsometimeswish...' 'Whatdoyouwish,darling?' 'ThatIcouldshaketheoldboybythehandoncemoreandwishhimluck. ' Theyturnedoverafewmorepagesofthealbum,anditwassoonafterwar dsthatsheyawned,glancingidlyabouttheroom,andhesensedherboredomand saidhewouldhaveakip.Noonecoulddieofaheartattackbecausehisdaughte rwasbored....Butsupposinghehadhadanightmareinwhichshehadfigured?S upposinghehadthoughthimselfbackinthatsinkingshipduringthewar,withp ooroldMonkeyWhite,andNick,andallthosedrowningmen,andsomehowshehad beenwithhiminthewater?Everythingbecamejumbledupindreams,itwasakno wnthing.Andallthetimethatclotgettingbigger,likeanexcessofoilinth eworkingsofaclock.Atanymomentthehandswouldfalter,theclockstoptick ing. Somebodytappedatherbedroomdoor.'Yes?'shecalled. Itwasthenurse.Stillprofessional,despiteherdressing-gown.'Justw onderedifyouwereallright,'shewhispered.'Isawyourlightunderthedoor. ' 'Thanks.I'mO.K.' 'Yourmother'sfastasleep.Igaveherasedative.Shewasfussingabout tomorrowbeingSaturday,andthedifficultyofgettinganannouncementinTheT imesandTelegraphbeforeMonday.She'sbeingsoplucky.' WastherehiddenreproachinhervoicebecauseShelaghhadnotthoughto ftakingchargeofthesethingsherself?Surelytomorrowwouldhavedone?Aloud shesaid,'Cannightmareskill?' 'Whatdoyoumean,dear?' 'Couldmyfatherhavehadaterriblenightmareanddiedofshock?' Thenurseadvancedtothebedandstraightenedtheeiderdown.'Now,Ito ldyouearlier,andthedoctorssaidthesame,itwouldhavehappenedanyway.Yo ureallymustnotkeepongoingoveritinyourmind.Itdoesn'thelp.Letmege tyouasedativetoo.' 'Idon'twantasedative.' 'Youknow,dear,forgiveme,butyou'rebeingjustalittlebitchildish .Griefisnatural,buttoworryabouthiminthiswayisthelastthingyourfa therwouldhavewanted.It'sallovernow.He'satpeace.' 'Howdoyouknowhe'satpeace?'Shelaghexploded.'Howdoyouknowhe's nothoveringbesideusatthisminuteinanastralbodyabsolutelyfuriousthat he'sdead,andsayingtome,"Thatbloodynursegavemetoomanypills"?' Ohno,shethought,Ididn'tmeanthat,peoplearetoovulnerable,toon aked.Thepoorwoman,shakenoutofprofessionalcalm,saggedinherdressing-go wn,droopedbeforehereyes,andinatremulousvoicesaid,'Whataterriblyunk indthingtosay!YouknowIdidnosuchthing.' ImpulsivelyShelaghleaptoutofbedandputherarmsroundthenurse's shoulders. 'Forgiveme,'shepleaded,'ofcourseyoudidn't.Andhelikedyouvery much.Youwereawonderfulnursetohim.WhatImeantwas'-shesearchedinherm indforsomeexplanation-'whatImeantwasthatwedon'tknowwhathappenswhen apersondies.TheymightbewaitinginsomequeueatStPeter'sgatewithallt heotherpeoplewhohavediedthatday,orelsepushingintosomeawfulpurgator ialnight-clubwiththeoneswhoweredestinedforhell,orjustdriftinginak indoffoguntilthefogclearsandeverythingbecomesclear.Allright,Iwill haveasedative,youhaveonetoo,thenwe'llbothbefreshforthemorning.And
pleasedon'tthinkanymoreaboutwhatIsaid.' Thetroubleis,shethought,aftershehadtakenhersedativeandgoneb acktobed,wordsleaveawound,thewoundleavesascar.Thenursewillneverg iveoutpillstopatientsagainwithoutadoubtsomewhereatthebackofhermin dastowhethersheisdoingtherightthing.Likethequestion-markinherfath er'sconscienceaboutnotpassingpooroldNickforpromotionandsogivinghim hischipontheshoulder.itwasbadtodiewithsomethingonyourconscience.O neoughttohavesomewarning,sothatonecouldsendatelegramtoanyonewhom ighthavebeenwronged,saying,'Forgiveme',andthenthewrongwouldhecancel led,blottedout.Thiswaswhy,intheolddays,peopleflockedroundadyingpe rson'sbed,hoping,nottobeleftsomethinginthewill,butformutualforgive ness,acessationofill-feeling,asmoothingoutofrightandwrong.Infact,a sortoflove. Shelaghhadactedonimpulse.Sheknewshealwayswould.Itwaspartof hercharacter,andhadtobeacceptedbyfamilyandfriends.Itwasnotuntilsh ewasonherway,though,drivingnorthfromDublininthehiredcar,thatherj ourney,hastilyimprovised,tookonitsrealmeaning.Shewashereonamission, asacredtrust.Shewascarryingamessagefrombeyondthegrave.Itwasabsolu telysecret,though,andnoonemustknowaboutit,forshewassurethatifshe hadtoldanyonequestionswouldhavebeenasked,argumentsraised.So,afterth efuneral,completesilenceaboutherplans.Hermother,asShelaghguessedshe would,haddecidedtoflytoAuntBellaatCapd'Ail. 'IfeelImustgetrightaway,'shehadsaidtoherdaughter.'Youmayn otrealiseit,butDad'sillnesswasafearfulstrain.I'velosthalfastone.I feelthatallIwanttodoistoclosemyeyesandlieonBella'ssun-drenched balcony,andtrytoforgetthemiseryofthepastweeks.' Itwaslikeanadvertisementforsomeluxurysoap.Pamperyourself.Ana kedwomandeepinabathofbubblingfoam.Inpointoffact,thefirstshockove r,hermotherlookedbetteralready,andShelaghknewthatthesun-drenchedbalc onywouldsoonfillupwithAuntBella'sverymixedbunchoffriendssocialites, bogusartists,boringoldhomos,whatherfatherusedtocall'phoneyriff-raff ',buttheyamusedhermother.'Whataboutyou?Whydon'tyoucometoo?'-thesug gestionhalf-heartedbutneverthelessmade. Shelaghshookherhead.'Rehearsalsstartnextweek.Ithought,beforeg oingtoLondon,I'dpushoffaloneinthecarsomewhere.Nosortofplan.Justd rive.' 'Whynottakeafriend?' 'Anyonewouldgetonmynervesatthemoment.I'mbetteralone.' Nofurthercontactbetweenthemonanythingmorethanthepracticalleve l.Neithersaidtotheother,'Howunhappyareyoureally?Isthistheendofth eroadforme,foryou?Whatdoesthefuturehold?'Insteadtherewerediscussio nsaboutthegardenerandhiswifecomingtolivein,visitsfromlawyersleftu ntilafterhermotherreturnedfromCapd'Ail,letterstobeforwarded,etc.,et c....Withoutemotion,liketwosecretaries,theysatsidebysidereadingandr eplyingtothelettersofcondolence.YoutakeAtoK.I'lltakeLtoZ.Andmor eorlessthesamemessagetoeach:'Deeplytouched...Yoursympathysohelpful ...'ItwaslikesendingouttheChristmascardseveryDecember,butthewordin gwasdifferent. Lookingthroughherfather'soldaddressbook,shecameacrossthename Barry.CommanderNicolasBarry,D.S.O.,R.N.(Retd.),Ballyfane,LoughTorrah,E ire.Bothnameandaddresshadalinethroughthem,whichgenerallymeantthatt hepersonhaddied.Sheglancedathermother. 'IwonderwhythatoldfriendofDad's,CommanderBarry,hasn'twritten? 'sheaskedcasually.'Heisn'tdead,ishe?' 'Who?'Hermotherlookedvague.'Oh,youmeanNick?Idon'tthinkhe'sd ead.Hewasinsomefrightfulcarcrashyearsago.Buttheywereoutoftouchbe forethat.Hehasn'twrittentousforyears.' 'Iwonderwhy.' 'Idon'tknow.Theyhadsomerow,Ineverheardwhatabout.Didyousee thisverysweetletterfromAdmiralArbuthnot?WewerealltogetherinAlexandri
a.' 'Yes,Isawit.Whatwashelike?NottheAdmiral-Nick.' Hermotherleantbackinherchair,consideringthematter. 'Frankly,Inevercouldquitemakehimout,'shesaid.'He'deitherbea lloveroneandthegreatestfun,especiallyatparties,orignoringeverybodya ndmakingsarcasticremarks.Hehadawildstreakinhim.Irememberhimcoming tostaysoonafterDadandIweremarried-hewasbestman,youknow,atthewedd ing-andheturnedallthefurnitureupsidedowninthedrawing-roomandgotvery tight.Suchasillythingtodo.Iwaslivid.' DidDadmind?' 'Idon'tthinkso,Ican'tremember.Theykneweachothersowell,serve dtogether,beenatDartmouthasboys.ThenNicklefttheNavyandwentbackto liveinIreland,andtheysomehowdriftedapart.Ihadtheimpressionactuallyt hathehadthesack,butIneverlikedtoask.YouknowwhatanoysterDadwasa boutServicematters.' 'Yes...' (PooroldNick.Achipontheshoulder.I'dliketoshakehimbythehan dagainandwishhimluck....) Shesawhermotheroffattheairportafewdaysafterwards,andmadehe rownplansfordeparturetoDublin.Thenightbeforesheleft,searchingamongs therfather'spapers,shefoundascrapofpaperwithalistofdatesandthen ameNickalongsidewithaquestion-mark,butnowordofexplanationastowhatt hedatesreferredto.June5,1951.June25,1953.June12,1954.October17,19 54.April24,1955.August13,1955.Thelistborenorelevancetotherestoft hepapersinthefile,andmusthavebeenslippedintherebyaccident.Shecopi edthemdown,andputtheminanenvelopeinsidehertouristguide. Well,thatwasthat,andhereshewas,ontheroadto...todowhat?To apologise,inherdeceasedfather'sname,toaretirednavalcommanderpassedo verforpromotion?Wildinhisyouth?Thegreatestfunatparties?Theimagecon juredupwasnotonetowhiptheappetite,andshebegantopictureamiddle-age dbufferwithahyenalaughwhoputbooby-trapsonthetopofeverydoor.Perhap shehadtrieditontheFirstSeaLordandreceivedthebootforhispains.Ac araccidentturnedhimintoarecluse,anembitteredone-timeclown(butgallant ,herfathersaid,whichmeantwhat-plungingintooil-infestedwaterstorescue drowningsailorsinthewar?)whosatgnawinghisfingernailsinsomeoldGeorgi anmansionormockcastle,drinkingIrishwhiskyandregrettingallthoseapplepiebeds. Someseventy-oddmilesfromDublinonabalmyOctoberafternoon,though, withthecountrysidebecominggreener,lusher,yetsomehowsparselyinhabited, theglintofwatermorefrequentawaytothewest,andsuddenlyamyriadpoolsa ndlakeswithtonguesoflandthrustingbetweenthem,theprospectofringingth ebellofaGeorgianmansionfaded.Herewerenohighwallsencirclingstatelyd emesnes,onlywetfieldsbeyondtheroad,andsurelynomeansofaccesstothes ilver-splinteredlakesbeyond. ThedescriptionofBallyfaneintheofficialguidehadbeenlaconic.'Si tuatedwestofLoughTorrahwithnumeroussmallerloughsclosetothevillage.' TheKilmoreArmshadsixbedrooms,buttherewasnomentionofmod.cons.Ifthe worstcametotheworstshecouldtelephoneNickhisoldfriend'sdaughterstra ndedintheneighbourhood,couldhesuggestacomfortablehotelwithintenmiles ,andshehopedtocalluponhiminthemorning.Abutlerwouldanswer,anoldr etainer.'TheCommanderwouldbepleasedifyouwouldaccepthishospitalityher eatBallyfaneCastle.'Irishwolfhoundsbaying,andherhosthimselfappearing onthesteps,leaningonastick.... Achurchtowerappearedoverthecrestoftheroad,andherewasBallyfa neitself,avillagestreetstragglingupariseflankedbyafewsombrehouses andshops,nameslikeDriscollandMurphypaintedonboardsabovedoors.TheKil moreArmscouldhavedonewithacoatofwhitewash,butmarigoldsinawindow-bo xmakingavaliantattemptatasecondfloweringsuggestedsomeonewithaneyef orcolour. ShelaghparkedherAustinMiniandsurveyedthescene.ThedooroftheK
ilmoreArmswasopen.Theentrancehallthatalsoservedasaloungewasbarean dneat.Nobodywasinsight,butahandbellstandingonthecountertotheleft oftheentranceseemedthereforapurpose.Sherangitbriskly,andasasad-f acedmanemergedfromaninnerroom,limpingandwearingspectacles,shehadaf earfulfeelingthatitwasNickhimself,havingfallenonhardtimes. 'Goodafternoon,'shesaid.'IwaswonderingifIcouldhavetea?' 'Youcan,'hetoldher.'Afullteaorjustthepot?' 'Well,full,Ithink,'shereplied,withavisionofhotsconesandcher ryjam,flashinghimthesmileshegenerallyreservedforthestage-doorkeeper. 'Itwilltakeabouttenminutes,'hesaid.'Thedining-roomistotheri ght,justthreestepsdown.Haveyoucomefar?' 'FromDublin,'shesaid. It'sapleasantdrive.IwasinDublinmyselfaweekago,'hetoldher. 'Mywife,MrsDoherty,hasrelativesthere.She'sawaysickatpresent.' Shewonderedwhethersheshouldapologiseforgivingtrouble,buthehad alreadydisappearedtogetthetea,andshewentdownthestepsintothedining -room.Sixtableslaidready,butshehadtheimpressionnobodyhadeatenthere fordays.Aclockonthewalltickedloudly,breakingthesilence.Presentlyal ittlemaidemergedfromthehackregions,breathingheavily,bearingatraythat haduponitalargepotofteaand,notthesconesandcherryjamshehadantic ipated,butaplatewithtwofriedeggsandthreefatslicesofbacon,aswella saheapoffriedpotatoes.Afulltea....Shewouldhavetoeatit,orMrDoher tywouldbeoffended.Themaidvanished,andablackandwhitecatthathadmade itsappearancewiththeteaarcheditselfagainstherlegs,purringloudly.Fur tivelyshefeditthebaconandoneoftheeggs,thentackledtheremainder.The teawaspipinghotandstrong,andshecouldfeelitsearingherinsideasshe swallowedit. Thelittlemaidemergedoncemore.'Istheteatoyourliking?'sheaske danxiously.'Icouldfryyouanothereggifyou'restillhungry.' 'No,'saidShelagh,'I'vedoneverywell,thankyou.CouldIseeyourte lephonedirectory?Iwanttolookupthenumberofafriend.' Thedirectorywasproducedandshethumbedthepages.Barry'sgalore,bu tnoneinthisdistrict.NoCommander.NoNicolasBarry,R.N.(Reid.).Thejourn eyhadbeeninvain.Hermoodofhighexpectancy,ofdaring,turnedtodesponden cy. 'HowmuchdoIoweforthetea?'sheasked. Thelittlemaidmurmuredamodestsum.Shelaghthankedher,paid,andwe ntoutintothehallandthroughtheopendoorwaytothestreet.Thepostoffice wasontheoppositeside.Onelastenquiryandthen,ifthatwasunluckytoo,s hewouldturnthecarroundagainandmakeforsomehotelbackontheroadtoDu blin,whereshecouldatleastrelaxinasteamingbathandspendthenightinc omfort.Shewaitedpatientlywhileanoldwomanboughtstampsandamanenquired aboutparcelstoAmerica.Thensheturnedtothepostmasterbehindthegrille. 'Excuseme,'sheasked,'Iwonderifyoucanhelpme?Doyouhappentok nowifCommanderBarrylivesanywhereinthedistrict?' Themanstared.'Hedoes,'hesaid.'He'slivedherethesetwentyyears. ' Ohjoy!Oh,therelief!Themissionwasonagain.Allwasnotlost. 'Thethingis,'Shelaghexplained,'Icouldn'tfindhisnameinthetele phonedirectory.' 'Thatisn'tsurprising,'themansaid.'ThereisnotelephoneonLambIs land.' 'LambIsland?'repeatedShelagh.'Youmeanhelivesonanisland?' Themanstaredasifshehadaskedastupidquestion.'It'sonthesouth ernsideofLoughTorrah,'hesaid,'aboutfourmilesfromhereasthecrowflie s.Youcan'treachitexceptbyboat.IfyouwanttogetintouchwithCommander Barryyou'dbestwriteforanappointment.Hedoesn'tseemanypeople.' Thechipontheshoulder...Therecluse... 'Isee,'saidShelagh.'Ihadn'trealised.Canonegetaglimpseofthe islandfromtheroad?'
Themanshrugged.'There'saturningdowntotheloughamileorsoout ofBallyfane,'hetoldher,butit'snomorethanaroughtrack.Youcan'ttake acarthere.Ifyouhavestoutshoesit'saneasyenoughwalk.Bestdoneindayl ight.Youwouldmissyourwayifitcameonfordusk,andthemistrisestooove rthelake.' 'Thankyou,'saidShelagh,'thankyouverymuch.' Shewentoutofthepostofficewiththefeelingthatthepostmasterwas staringafterher.Whatnow?Betternotriskitthisevening.Betterendurethe doubtfulcomfortsoftheKilmoreArmsandindigestion.Shereturnedtothehote landcamefacetofacewithMrDohertyonthedoorstep. 'Isuppose,'shesaid,'youcouldn'tletmehavearoomforthenight?' 'Icouldindeed,you'dbeverywelcome,'hetoldher.'It'squietnow,b utinthetouristseasonyou'dbesurprised-we'veseldomanemptybed.I'llbrin ginyourbaggage.Yourcarwillcometonoharmthereinthestreet.' Anxioustopleasehelimpedtothebootofthecar,broughtouthersuit case,conductedherinsidetheKilmoreArmsandledthewayupstairs,showinghe rintoasmalldoubleroomoverlookingthestreet. 'I'llonlychargeyoufortheonebed,'hesaid.'Twenty-twoshillingsa ndyourbreakfast.There'sabathroomacrossthepassage.' Ohwell,itwasratherfun-andmod.cons.afterall.Lateronthelocals wouldcomeintothebarandbreakintosong.ShewoulddrinkGuinnessoutofan enormoustankardandwatchthem,joininherself,perhaps. Sheinspectedthebathroom.Itremindedherofdigsontour.Onetapdri pping,leavingabrownstain,andwhensheturneditonthewatergushedforthl iketheNiagaraFalls.Still,itwashot.Sheunpackedhernightthings,bathed, dressedagainandwentdownstairs.Voicesdrifteddownthepassage.Shefollowe dthesoundandcametothebar.MrDohertyhimselfstoodbehindthecounter.Th evoicesceasedassheentered,andeveryonestared. Everyonebeingabouthalf-a-dozenmen,andamongstthemsherecognisedt hepostmaster. 'Goodevening,'shesaidbrightly. Amumbledresponsefromall,butuninterested.Theywentontalkingamon gstthemselves.SheorderedwhiskyfromMrDohertyandfeltsuddenlyself-consci ous,perchedthereonthestool,whichwasperfectlyridiculous,becauseshewas usedtogoingintoeverysortofbarontour,andtherewasnothingverysingul araboutthisoneanyway. 'IsityourfirstvisittoIreland?'askedMrDoherty,stillanxiousto please,pouringoutthewhisky. 'Yes,itis,'shetoldhim.'I'mratherashamedI'veneverbeenoverbef ore.MygrandfatherwasIrish.I'msurethesceneryislovelyaroundhere.Imus tdosomeexploringtomorrow,downbythelake.' Sheglancedacrossthebar,andwasawareofthepostmaster'seyeuponh er. 'You'llbewithusforafewdays,then?'askedMrDoherty.'Icouldarr angesomefishingforyou,ifthat'swhatyoulike.' 'Ohwell...I'mnotsure.Itratherdepends.' HowloudandEnglishhervoicesoundedontheair,remindingherofher mother.Likeasocialiteoutofaglossymagazine.Andthelocalchatterhadmom entarilyceased.TheIrishbonhomieshehadvisualisedwasabsent.Nobodyherew asgoingtoseizeafiddleanddanceajigandburstintosong.Perhapsgirlswh ostayedthenightinpubsontheirownweresuspect. 'Yourdinnerisreadywhenyouare.'saidMrDoherty. Shetookthecueandslippedfromthebar-stoolandsoonintothedinin g-room,feelingabouttenyearsold.Soup,fish,roastbeefthetroubletheyhad taken,whenallsheneededwasawafersliceofham,butimpossibletoleavean ythingonherplate.Trifletofinishwith,dousedinsherry. Shelaghlookedatherwatch.Itwasonlyhalf-pasteight.'Willyoutake yourcoffeeinthelounge?' 'Thankyou,yes.' 'There'satelevisionset.I'llswitchitonforyou.'
Thelittlemaiddrewupanarmchairclosetothetelevision,andShelagh satdowntothecoffeeshedidnotwantwhileanAmericancomedy,vintage1950, flickeredfromthebox.Themurmurofvoicesdronedonfromthedirectionofth ebar.Shelaghpouredthecoffeebackintothepotandcreptupstairstofetchh ercoat.Then,leavingthetelevisionblaringintheemptylounge,shewentout intothestreet.Therewasnobodyabout.AllBallyfanewasalreadyinbedorsaf ewithindoors.Shegotintothecaranddroveawaythroughtheemptyvillage,b ackalongtheroadshehadtravelledearlierthatafternoon.Aturning,thepost masterhadsaid,amileorsooutofBallyfane. Thismustbeit,hereontheleft.Acrookedsignpostwiththelettering 'FootpathtoLoughTorrah'showedupintheglareofherhead-lights.Thefootp ath,narrowandtwisting,leddownhill.Sillytoattemptitwithoutatorch,and themoon,three-quartersfull,givingonlyafitfulgleambehindbanksofracin gcloud.Still...Shecouldgopartoftheway,ifonlyforthebenefitofthe exercise. Sheleftthecarclosetothesignpostandbegantowalk.Hershoes,luc kilyflat,squelchedinthemud.AssoonasIcatchaglimpseofthelake,shet hought,I'llturnback,andthenbeupearlytomorrowandcomehereagain,bring apackedlunch,decideuponmyplanofattack.Thefootpathwasopeningoutbet weenthebanks,andsuddenlybeforeherwasthegreatsheetofwater,encircled byjuttinglipsofland,andinthecentrewastheislanditself,shroudedintr ees.Ithadaneerie,sombrequality,andthemoon,breakingthroughtheclouds, turnedthewatersilver,whiletheislandremainedblack,humpedliketheback ofawhale. LambIsland....Inconsequentiallyitmadeherthinkoflegends,notofI rishchiefslongdeadortribalfeuds,butofsacrificestoancientgodsbefore thedawnofhistory.Stonealtarsinaglade.Alambwithitsthroatcutlyinga midsttheashesofafire.Shewonderedhowfaritwasfromtheshore.Distances werehardtojudgebynight.Astreamonherleftrandownintothelake,fring edbyreeds.Sheadvancedtowardsit,pickingherwaycarefullyamongstthepebb lesandthemud,andthenshesawtheboat,tiedtoastump,andthefigureofa manstandingbesideit. Hewasstaringinherdirection.Foolishpanicseizedher,andshebacke daway.Itwasnogood,though.Hewalkedswiftlyupthemudandstoodbesidehe r. 'Wereyoulookingforsomeone?'hesaid. Hewasayoungman,stronglybuilt,wearingafisherman'sjerseyanddun garees.Hespokewiththelocalaccent. 'No,'Shelaghanswered,'no,I'mavisitortothedistrict.Itwasalov elyeveningandIthoughtI'dtakeawalk.' 'Alonelyspotforawalk.Haveyoucomefar?' 'OnlyfromBallyfane,'shetoldhim.'I'mstayingattheKilmoreArms.' 'Isee,'hesaid.'You'rehereforthefishing,maybe.Thefishingisbe ttertheothersideofBallyfane.' 'Thankyou.I'llrememberthat.' Therewasapause.Shelaghwonderedifsheshouldsayanymoreorwhethe rsheshouldturnandgo,biddinghimacheerfulgoodnight.Hewaslookingbeyon dhershouldertowardsthefootpath,andsheheardthesoundofsomebodyelse's footstepssquelchingthroughthemud.Anotherfigureloomedoutoftheshadowan dadvancedtowardsthem.ShelaghsawthatitwasthepostmasterfromBallyfane. Shewasnotsurewhethertobesorryorrelieved. 'Goodeveningagain,'shesaid,hervoiceashadetoohearty.'YouseeI didn'twaituntilmorningafterall,Ifoundmywaysuccessfully,thankstoyou radvice.' 'So,'repliedthepostmaster.'Inoticedyourcarupthereontheroadp arkedbytheturning,andthoughtitbesttofollowincaseyoucametoharm.' 'Thatwaskindofyou,'saidShelagh.'Youshouldn'thavebothered.' 'Nobotheratall.Betterbesurethansorry.'Heturnedtotheyoungma ninthefisherman'sjersey.'It'safinenight,Michael.' 'Itis,MrO'Reilly.Thisyoungladytellsmeshe'shereforthefishing
.I'veexplainedshe'llhavebettersporttheothersideofBallyfane.' 'That'strue,ifit'sfishingshe'safter,'saidthepostmaster,andhe smiledforthefirsttime,butunpleasantly,tooknowing.'Theyoungladywasin thepostofficethiseveningaskingforCommanderBarry.Shewassurprisedhew asnotonthetelephone.' 'Fancythat,now,'saidtheyoungman,anddisconcertinglyheproduceda torchfromhispocketandflasheditinherface.'Excusetheliberty,miss,bu tIhaven'thadthepleasureofmeetingyoubefore.Ifyou'dcaretotellmeyou rbusinesswiththeCommanderIwillpassonthemessage.' 'MichaelherelivesonLambIsland,'saidthepostmaster.'He'sbywayo fbeingawatch-dogtotheCommander,andkeepsunwelcomevisitorsatbay,youm ightsay.' Hesaidthiswiththesameknowingsmilewhichshefoundsounpleasant, andshewishedshecouldbeawayandoutofit,backintheneatlittlebedroom attheKilmoreArms,notherebesidethesinisterlakewiththesetwostrangeme n. I'mafraidIcan'tgiveamessage,'shesaid.'It'saprivatematter.Pe rhapsitwouldbebetterifIwrotetoCommanderBarryfromthehotel.Heisn't expectingme,yousee.It'sallratherdifficult.' Herlossofcomposurewasevidenttothetwomen.Shesawthemexchange glances.Thentheyoungmanjerkedhisheadatthepostmasteranddrewhimaside ,andtheyspoketogetheroutofearshot.Heruneasinessincreased. Theyoungmanturnedbacktoher.'ItellyouwhatI'lldo,'andhewas smilingnow,butashadetoobroadly.'I'llrunyouovertotheislandinthebo at,andtheCommandershalldecideforhimselfwhetherhewantstoseeyouorno t.' 'Ohno...'saidShelagh,backingaway,'nottonight.It'smuchtoolate .I'llcomebackinthemorning,andyoucanrunmeacrossthen.' 'Itwouldbebettertogetitoverwithtonight,'saidMichael. Getitoverwith?Whatdidhemean?Afewmonthsagoshehadboastedto somefriendsafterafirst-nightpartythatshehadneverbeenfrightenedofany thinginherlife,exceptdrying-up.Shewasfrightenednow. 'They'llbewaitingupformeatthehotel,'shesaidquickly.'IfIdon 'treturnsoonMrDohertywillgetintouchwiththepolice.' 'Don'tfretyourself,'saidthepostmaster.'Ihaveafriendstandingby uptheroad.He'lldriveyourcarbacktotheKilmoreArmsandwe'llmakeital lrightbetweenuswithTimDoherty.' Beforeshecouldprotestfurthertheyhadseizedherarmsandweremarch ingherbetweenthemdowntotheboat.Itcan'tbetrue,shethought,itcan'tb ehappening,andastrangledsobescapedher,likethatofaterrifiedchild. 'Ah,sshhnow,'saidMichael,'noone'sgoingtotouchahairofyourhe ad.Yousaidyourselfit'safinenight.It'sfinerstillonthewater.Youmay seethefishjumping.' Hehelpedherintotheboatandpushedherfirmlyonthesternseat.The postmasterremainedonshore.That'sbetter,shethought,atleastthere'sonly oneofthem. 'Solong,MrO'Reilly,'Michaelcalledsoftly,startingtheengine,then looseningthepainterfromthemooring-post. 'Solong,Michaelmyboy,'calledthepostmaster. Theboatglidedawayfromthereedsontotheopenlough,thechug-chug ofthelittleenginequiet,subdued.Thepostmasterwavedhishand,thenturned backandstartedwalkinguptheshoretowardsthefootpath. Thejourneyfrommainlandtoislandtookbarelyfiveminutes,butseenf romthelakethemainlandappeareddark,remote,thehillsinthedistanceanom inoussmudge.ThecomfortinglightsofBallyfanewereoutofsight.Shehadneve rfeltsovulnerable,soalone.Michaelsaidnothinguntiltheboatdrewinalon gsideasmalllanding-stagebuiltoutfromthenarrowshore.Thetreesclustered thicklytothewater'sedge.Hetieduptheboat,thenheldouthishandtoher . 'Nowthen,'hesaidwhenhehadhelpedherontothelanding-stage,'the
truthisthattheCommanderisawayatameetingtheothersideofthelough,b utheshouldbebackbymidnightorthereabouts.I'lltakeyouuptothehousea ndthestewardwilllookafteryou.' Thesteward...TheBallyfanecastleandtheGeorgianmansionhadreturn edtothelandoffantasywhencetheyhadsprung,butstewardhadamediaevalri ngtoit,Malvoliowithataperingstaff,stonestepsleadingtoanaudiencecha mber.Wolf-houndsguardingdoors.Afaintmeasureofconfidencereturnedtoher. Michaelwasnotgoingtostrangleherunderthetrees. Surprisingly,thehousewasrevealedafterlittlemorethanahundredya rds,setinaclearingamidstthetrees.Along,low,one-storiedbuilding,buil tsurelyoftimberputupinsections,likepicturesofreliefhospitalserected bymissionariesinjunglesforsicknatives.Averandahranthewholelengthof it,andasMichaelledherupthestepsandpausedbeforeadoormarkedGalley Entranceadogbarkedfromwithin,notthedeep-throatedbayingofawolf-hound butshriller,sharper,andMichaellaughed,turnedtoherandsaid,'Theydon't needmeaswatchdogwhenSkip'saround.She'dsmellstrangerstwentymilesaway. ' Thedooropened.Ashort,stocky,middle-agedmanstoodbeforethem,dre ssedintheuniformofanavalsteward. 'Asmallproblemforyou,Bob,'saidMichael.'Theyoungladyherewasw anderingdownbytheloughjustnowinthedarknessandall,anditappearsshe wasenquiringoffMrO'ReillyfortheCommander.' Thesteward'sfaceremainedimpassive,buthiseyestravelleddownfrom Shelagh'sfacetoherclothes,andherjacketpocketsinparticular. 'There'snothingonher,'saidMichael,'andshemusthaveleftherhand baginthecarbesidetheroad.TheyoungladyisstayingupattheArms,butwe thoughtitbesttobringherstraighthere.Younevercantell.' 'Pleasecomeinside,miss,'saidthestewardtoShelagh,hisvoicecourt eousbutfirm.'You'refromEngland,Itakeit.' 'Yes,'shereplied.'IflewovertoDublintoday,anddrovestraighther e.MybusinesswithCommanderBarryisapersonalmatter,andIdon'twanttodi scussitwithanyoneelse.' 'Isee,'saidthesteward. Thelittledog,aSchipperke,withprickedearsandbright,intelligent eyes,wassniffingdaintilyatShelagh'sankles. 'Wouldyougivemeyourcoat?'askedthesteward. Astrangerequest.Shewaswearingashorttweedjacketandmatchingski rt.Shehandedoverthejacket,andheexaminedthepocketsandplaceditovert hebackofthechair.Then-andthiswasdisconcerting heranhishandsinabr iskprofessionalwayoverherbody,whileMichaelwatchedwithinterest. 'Idon'tknowwhyyou'redoingthis,'shesaid.'You'vehijackedme,not theotherwayround.' 'It'sawaywehavewithvisitorswedon'tknow,'saidthesteward.'It savesargumentinthelongrun.'HejerkedhisheadatMichael.'Youdidrightt obringtheyoungladyalong.I'llexplainmatterstotheCommanderwhenheretu rns.' Michaelgrinned,winkedatShelagh,raisedhishandinamocksaluteand wentout,shuttingthedoorbehindhim. 'Willyoucomewithme,please?'saidthesteward. ReluctanttoseethelastofMichael,whoseemedsuddenlyanally,nota prospectiverapist,ShelaghfollowedBobthesteward(notMalvolioafterall)a longacorridortoaroomatthefurtherend.Thestewardthrewopenthedooran dusheredherin. 'Cigarettesonthetablebythefire,'hesaid.'Ringthebellifthere isanythingyourequire.Wouldyoucareforcoffee?' 'Please.'saidShelagh.Ifshewasgoingtositupallnightcoffeewoul dhelp. Theroomwasspacious,comfortable,abluecarpetfittedwall-to-wall.A settee,acoupleofdeeparmchairs,alargeflat-toppeddesknearthewindow.P icturesofshipsonthewall.Alog-fireburningbrightlyinthehearth.Theset
tingremindedherofsomething.Shehadseensomeplacelikeitinthepast,rem indingherofchildhooddays.Thensheremembered.Itwasaduplicateofthecap tain'scabininExcalibur,herfather'scabin.Lay-out,furnishings,wereidenti cal.Thefamiliarsurroundingswereuncanny,itwaslikesteppingbackintothe past. Shewanderedroundtheroom,tryingtotakeitin.Shecrossedtothewi ndowanddrewasidethecurtains,half-expectingtoseethedeckoutside,andbe yond,inthedistance,othershipsatanchorinPortsmouthharbour.Therewasno deck,though,noships.Onlythelongverandah,theshroudedtreesandthepath waytothelough,thesilverwatershiningbeneaththemoon.Thedooropenedonc eagain,andthestewardbroughtincoffeeonasilvertray. 'TheCommanderwon'tbelongnow,'hesaid.'I'vejusthadwordhislaun chleftfifteenminutesago.' Launch...Theyhadmorethanoneboat,then.Andjusthadword.Thereh adbeennosoundofatelephoneringing,andanywaythehousewasn'tonthephon e.Hewentoutandclosedthedoor.Shebegantopaniconceagain,realisedshe waslostwithoutherbag,leftinthecar.Nocomb,nolipstick.Shehadn'ttouc hedherfacesincebeforegoingdowntothebarattheKilmoreArms.Shepeered intothemirrorhangingonthewallbeyondthedesk.Hairdank,facewhiteandp inched,shelookedfrantic.Shewonderedwhetheritwouldbebestforhimtofin dhersittinginoneofthearmchairs,drinkinghercoffee,seeminglyrelaxed,o rstandingratherboyishlybeforethefireplace,handsinherjacketpockets.Sh eneededdirection,sheneededsomeonelikeAdamVanetotellherwhattodo,ho wtoplaceherselfbeforethecurtainrose. Sheturnedroundfromthemirror,facingthedesk,andsawthephotograp hintheblueleatherframe.Thephotographofhermotherasabride,herveilt hrownback,theirritatingsmileoftriumphonherface.Therewassomethingwro ng,though.ThegroomstandingbesideherwasnotShelagh'sfather.ItwasNick, thebestman,hairenbrosse,supercilious,bored.Shelookedcloser,baffled, andrealisedthatthephotographhadbeencleverlyfaked.Nick'sheadandshould ershadbeentransposedontoherfather'sfigure,whileherfather'shead,slee k-haired,smilinghappily,hadbeenshiftedtothelankyfigurebehind,standing betweenthebridesmaids.Itwasonlybecausesheknewtheoriginalphotographo nherfather'sdeskathome,andhadacopyherselfsomewhere,stuckawayinad rawer,thatsherecognisedthetranspositioninstantly.Astrangerwouldthinkt hephotographgenuine.Butwhyonearth?WhomdidNickwanttodeceive,unlessi twashimself? Shelaghmovedawayfromthedesk,uneasy.Peoplewhowerementallysick deceivedthemselves.Whatwasitherfatherhadsaid?Nickhadalwaysbeenabor der-linecase....Shehadbeenfrightenedbefore,standingontheshorebythel akequestionedbythetwomen,butthathadbeenphysicalfear,anaturalreacti oninthefaceofpossiblebrutality.Thiswasdifferent-afeelingofrevulsion, astrangeapprehension.Theroomthathadseemedwarmandfamiliarbecamekinky ,queer.Shewantedtogetoutofit. ShewenttotheFrenchwindowandpulledasidethecurtains.Thewindow waslocked.Nokey,nowayofescape.Thensheheardthesoundofvoicesinthe hall,andthisisit,shethought,I'vegottofaceit.Imustlie,makeupmyl ines,improvise.Fmalonehere,butforthesteward,withsomeonewhoissick,w hoismad.Thedooropened,andhecameintotheroom. Surprisewasmutual.Hehadcaughther,literally,onthewrongfoot,ho veringbetweenarmchairandcoffee-table,semi-bent,anawkwardposition,nosor tofpoise.Shestraightenedherselfandstared.Sodidhe.Hewasnotinthele astlikethebestmanintheauthenticweddinggroup,exceptforthefigure,lan kyandtall.Thehairwasnolongerenbrossebecausetherewaslittleofit,an dthesmallblackpatchoverthelefteyesuggestedMosheDayan.Therighteyew asverybrightandblue.Themouththin.Ashestoodthere,staring,thelittle dogprancedinbehindhim.Hecalledoverhisshouldertothesteward.'Seethat OperationBgoesforwardasofnow,Bob,'hesaid,withouttakinghiseyeoffS helagh,and'Aye,aye,sir,'repliedthestewardfromthecorridor. Thedoorclosed,andNickcameintotheroomandsaid,'IseeBobbrough
tyousomecoffee.Isitcold?' 'Idon'tknow,'Shelaghreplied.'Ihaven'tdrunkanyyet.''Addsomewh iskytoit,you'llfeelbetter.' Heopenedawall-cupboardandbroughtoutatraywithdecanter,sodasyp hon,andglassesuponit.Heputitonthetablebetweenthetwochairs,thenfl unghimselfdownontheoneoppositeher,thedogonhislap.Shelaghpouredsom ewhiskyintohercupofcoffee,awarethatherhandtrembled.Shewassweating, too.Hisvoicewasclear,ratherclipped,authoritative,remindingherofadir ectorwhousedtoteachatdramaschoolandhadhalfhisstudentsintears.All excepther.Shehadwalkedoutofclassonemorning,andhehadhadtoapologise . 'Comeon,relax,'saidherhost.'You'reastautasabow-string. Iapologisefortheabduction,butitwasyourownfaultforwanderingd ownbythelakelateintheevening.' 'ThesignpostsaidfootpathtoLoughTorrah,'shereplied.'Ididn'tsee anoticeforbiddingtrespassers,orwarningpeopleaway.Theyoughttoadvisev isitorsattheairportnevertowanderaftersundown,butIsupposetheycan't, itwouldhitthetouristtradeforsix.' Stuffthatup,shethought,andtosseddownherwhisky-lacedcoffee.He smiled,butnotwithher,ather,andbegantostrokethesmooth,sleekcoatof thelittledog.Theoneeyewasdisconcerting.Shehadtheimpressionthatthel efteyewasstilltherebehindthepatch. 'What'syourname?' Herreplywasinstinctive.'Jinnie.'shetoldhim,andadded,'Blair.' JenniferBlairwasherstage-name.ShelaghMoneyhadneversoundedright .ButnobodyexceptherfatherhadevercalledherJinnie.Itmusthavebeenner vesthathadmadeherblurtitoutnow. 'M'm,'hesaid.'Jinnie.Rathernice.Whydidyouwanttoseeme,Jinnie ?' Improvisation.Playitbyear,AdamVanealwayssaid.Thisisthesituat ion,takeitfromhere.Startingnow.... Therewasacigaretteboxonthetable,andalighter.Sheleantforward andtookacigarettefromthebox.Hedidnotattempttolightitforher. 'I'majournalist.Myeditorswanttorunanewseriesinthespringabo uttheeffectsofretirementonServicemen.Whethertheylikeit,whetherthey' rebored.Theirhobbies,andsoon.Youknowthekindofthing.Well,fourofus weregiventheassignment.Youwereonmylist,andhereIam.' 'Isee.' Shewishedhewouldtakethateyeoffherforonemoment.Thelittledog ,inecstasyatthestrokinghand,wasnowlyingonitsback,pawsintheair. 'WhatmadeyouthinkIshouldbeofanyinteresttoyourreaders?' 'Thatwasn'treallymyproblem,'shetoldhim.'Otherpeopledothechec k-upsintheoffice.Iwasmerelygivenbriefparticulars.Servicecareer,good warrecord,retired,livesatBallyfane,andtoldtotakeitfromthere.Bringb ackastory.Humaninterest,andallthat....' 'Curious,'hesaid,'thatyourbossesshouldhavepickedonmewhenther earemanyfarmoredistinguishedpersonslivingoverhereinretirement.Genera ls,rear-admirals,scoresof'em.' Sheshruggedhershoulders.'Ifyouaskme,'shesaid,'theypickthena mesoutofahat.Andsomeone,Iforgetwho,saidyouwerearecluse.Theylove thatsortofthing.Findoutwhatmakeshimtick,theytoldme.' Hepouredhimselfadrink,thenleantbackagaininhischair.'What'st henameofyourpaper?'heasked. 'Itisn'tanewspaper,it'samagazine.Oneofthenewglossies,veryup andcoming,publishedeveryfortnight.Searchlight.Youmayhaveseenit.' Searchlightwas,inpointoffact,arecentpublication.Shehadskimmed throughitintheaircraftcomingover. 'No,I'venotseenit,'hetoldher,'butthen,livingasarecluse,tha t'shardlysurprising,isit?' 'No,No,Isupposenot.'
Theeyewaswatchful.Sheblewacloudofsmokeintotheair. 'Soitwasprofessionalcuriositythattookyouwanderingtothelakeby night,ratherthanwaituntildaylighttoapproachme?' 'Naturally.Andthefactthatyouliveonanisland.Islandsarealways mysterious.Especiallybynight.' 'You'renoteasilyscared?' 'IwasscaredwhenyourhenchmanMichaelandtheratherunpleasantpostm asterseizedmebythearmsandforcedmeintotheboat.' 'Whatdidyouthinktheyweregoingtodo?' 'Assault,rape,murder,inthatorder.' 'Ali,that'swhatcomesofreadingtheEnglishnewspapersandwritingfo rglossymagazines.We'reapeaceablelotinIreland,you'dbesurprised.Wesho oteachotherup,butthat'straditional.Rapeisuncommon.Weseldomseduceour women.Theyseduceus.' NowitwasShelaghwhosmiled,inspiteofherself.Confidencewasretur ning.Parryandthrust.Shecouldkeepthissortofthinggoingforhours. 'MayIquoteyouonthat?'sheasked. 'I'dratheryoudidn't.Badforthenationalimage.Weliketothinkof ourselvesasdevils.Wegetmorerespectthatway.Havesomemorewhisky.' 'Thankyou,Iwill.' Ifthiswasrehearsal,shethought,thedirectorwouldtellmetochange position.Pourmyselfanotherdrinkfromthedecanterandstandup,lookabout theroom.No,onsecondthoughtsbetterstayput. 'Nowit'syourturntoanswerquestions,'shesaid.'Doesyourboatmanm akeahabitofhi-jackingtourists?' 'No,Youarethefirst.Youshouldbeflattered.' 'Itoldhim,'shewenton,'andthepostmasteraswell,thatitwastoo lateforaneveningcall,andI'dcomebackinthemorning.Theywouldn'tlisten .AndwhenIgothereyourstewardsearchedmefriskedme,Ibelievetheycalli t.' 'Bob'sverythorough.It'sanoldnavalcustom.Weusedtofrisktheloc algirlswhentheycameaboard.Itwaspartofthefun.' 'Liar,'shesaid. 'No,Iassureyou.They'veputastoptoitnow,I'mtoldLikethedaily totsofrum.Anotherreasonwhyyoungsterswon'tjointheNavyanymore.Youca nquotemeonthat,ifyoulike.' Shewatchedhimovertherimofherglass.'DoyouregretleavingtheSe rvice?' 'Notintheslightest.IhadallIwantedfromit.' 'Exceptpromotion?' 'Oh,tohellwithpromotion.Whowantstocommandashipinpeacetimewh enavesselisobsoletebeforeshe'sevenlaunched?NordidIfancysittingonm ybacksideintheAdmiraltyorsomeestablishmentashore.Besides,Ihadmorewo rthwhilethingstodohereathome.' 'Suchas?' 'Findingoutaboutmyowncountry.Readinghistory.Oh,notCromwelland allthat-theancientstuff,whichismuchmorefascinating.I'vewrittenthousa ndsofwordsonthesubjectwhichwillnevergetprinted.Articlesappearsometi mesinscholarlyjournals,butthat'saboutall.Idon'tgetpaidforthem.Not likeyou,writingformagazines.' Hesmiledagain.Itwasratheragoodsmile.Notgoodintheacceptedse nseoftheword,butinhers.Whipping-up,infact,challenging.(Ileusedtobe suchfunatparties.')Hadthemomentcome?Didshedare? 'Tellme,'sheasked,'Iknowit'spersonal,butmyreaderswillwantto know.Icouldn'thelpnoticingthatphotographonyourdesk.You'vebeenmarrie dthen?' 'Yes,'hesaid,'theonetragedyofmylife.Shewaskilledinacarcra shafewmonthsafterweweremarried.UnluckilyIsurvived.That'swhenIlost myeye'. Hermindwentblank.Improvise...improvise.
'Howterribleforyou,'shemurmured.'I'mverysorry.' 'That'sallright.Ithappenedyearsago.Itookalongtimetogetover it,ofcourse,butIlearnttolivewiththesituation,toadapt.Therewasnot hingelseIcoulddo.I'dretiredfromtheNavybythen,whichadmittedlydidn't helpmatters.However,thereitwas,and,asItoldyou,ithappenedalongtim eago.' Thenhereallybelievedit?Hereallybelievedhehadbeenmarriedtohe rmother,andshehadbeenkilledinacarcrash?Somethingmusthavehappenedt ohisbrainwhenhelosttheeye,somethinghadgonewrong.Andwhenhadhetamp ered'withthephotograph?Beforetheaccidentorafterwards?Andwhy?Doubtand mistrustreturned.Shewasjustbeginningtolikehim,tofeelateasewithhim ,andnowherconfidencewasshattered.Ifhewasinsane,howmustshehandlehi m,whatmustshedo?Shegotupandstoodbythefireplace,andhowodd,shetho ught,themovementisnatural,it'snotacting,notastagedirection,theplay isbecomingreal. 'Look,'shesaid,'Idon'tthinkIwanttowritethisarticleafterall. Itisn'tfairtoyou.You'vebeenthroughtoomuch.Ihadn'trealised.AndI'm suremyeditorwouldagree.It'snotourpolicytoprobeintoaperson'ssufferi ng.Searchlightisn'tthatsortofmagazine.' 'Ohreally?'hereplied.'Howdisappointing.Iwaslookingforwardtore adingallaboutmyself.I'mratherconceited,youknow.' Hebeganstrokingthedogagain,buthiseyeneverleftherface. 'Well,'shesaid,searchingforwords,'Icouldsayahitaboutyourliv ingherealoneontheisland,fondofyourdog.keenonancienthistory...and soon.' 'Wouldn'tthatberatherdullandhardlyworthprinting?''No.notatal l.' Suddenlyhelaughed,putthedogonthefloorandstooduponthehearth -rugbesideher.'You'dhavetodoratherbetterthanthistogetawaywithit,' hesaid.'Let'sdiscussitinthemorning.Youcantellmethen,ifyoulike,w hoyoureallyare.Ifyou'reajournalist,whichIdoubt,youweren'tsenthere towriteaboutmyhobbiesandmypetdog.Funny,youremindmeofsomeone,butI can'tforthelifeofmethinkwhoitis.' Hesmileddownather,veryconfidentofhimself,notatallmad,remind ingher...ofwhat?Beinginherfather'scabinonboardExcalibur?Beingswept upintheairbyherfather,screamingwithdelightandfear?Oh,thesmellof eau-de-colognethatheused,andthismantoo,notlikethestinkingafter-shave theyallswampedthemselveswithtoday.... 'I'malwaysremindingpeopleofsomebodyelse.'shesaid.'Nopersonalit yofmyown.YouremindmeofMosheDayan.' Hetouchedhiseye-shade.'Justagimmick.IfheandIsportedthempink ,we'dbeignored.Thefactthatit'sblacktransformsit.Hasthesameeffecto nwomenthatblackstockingshaveonmen.' Hewalkedacrosstheroomandthrewopenthedoor.'Bob?'hecalled. 'Sir,'camethereplyfromthekitchen. 'OperationBunderway?' 'Sir.Michaelcomingalongsidenow.' 'Right!'HeturnedtoShelagh.'Letmeshowyoutherestofthehouse.' Sheinferred,fromthenauticallanguage,thatMichaelwasstandingbyt oescortherbyboattothemainland.TimeenoughwhenshegotbacktotheKilmo reArmstodecidewhethertoreturninthemorningandbrazenitout,orforget allaboutthemissionandbeatitforhome.Heescortedherdownthecorridor,t hrowingopenonedooraftertheother,withnamesuponthem.ControlRoom...Si gnals...SickBay...Crew'sQuarters...Thismustbeit,shetoldherself.He hasafantasyoflivingonboardship.Thisishowhehascometotermswithli fe,withdisappointment,withinjury. 'We'rehighlyorganised,'hetoldher.'I'venouseforthetelephoneco mmunicationwiththemainlandisbyshortwaveradio.Ifyouliveonanislandy ou'vegottobeself-sufficient.Likeashipatsea.I'vebuiltallthisupfrom scratch.Therewasn'tevenaloghousewhenIcametoLambIsland,andnowit's
acompleteflagship.Icouldcontrolafleetfromhere.' Hesmiledatherintriumph,andheismad,shethought,ravingmad,but forallthatattractive-very,infact.Itwouldbeeasytobetakenin,tobeli eveeverythinghesaid. 'Howmanyofyoulivehere?' 'Ten,includingmyself.Thesearemyquarters.' Theyhadreachedadoorattheendofthecorridor.Heledthewaythrou ghittoaseparatewing.Therewerethreeroomsandabathroom.OnedoorhadCo mmanderBarrywrittenuponit. 'I'minhere,'hesaid,throwingopenthedoor,revealingatypicalcapt ain'scabin,withabed,though,notabunk.Thelayoutwasfamiliar,givingher asuddenpoignantnostalgia. 'Guest-roomsnextdoor,'hesaid.'NumbersOneandTwo.NumberOnehasa betterviewofthelake.' Headvancedintotheroomanddrewasidethecurtains.Themoonhadrise nhigh,andshonedownuponthesheetofwaterbeyondthetrees.Itwasverypea ceful,verystill.TherewasnothingsinisteraboutLambIslandnow.Thesituati onwasreversed,anditwasthedistantmainlandthatseemedshrouded,drear. 'EvenIshouldbecomearecluseifIlivedhere,'shesaid,andthen,tu rningfromthewindow,added,'Imustn'tkeepyouup.PerhapsMichaeliswaiting totakemeback.' Hehadswitchedonthebedsidelamp.'You'renotgoingback.OperationB hasbeenputintoeffect.' 'Whatdoyoumean?' Thesingleeyewasuponher,discomfiting,amused.'WhenIwastoldthat ayoungwomanwantedtoseeme,Idecideduponaplanofaction.OperationAme antthatwhoeveritwassignifiednobodyofinterest,andcouldbereturnedtoB allyfane.OperationBmeantthatthevisitorwouldbemyguest,andherluggage fetchedfromtheKilmoreArmsandmattersexplainedtoTimDoherty.He'sverydi screet.' Shestaredathim,hersenseofuneasereturning.'Youdidn'tgiveyours elfmuchtimetoconsider.IheardyougiveordersaboutOperationBassoonas youcameintotheroomdownthere.' 'That'sright.I'minthehabitofcomingtoquickdecisions.HereisBo bwithyourthingsnow.' Therewasacough,aquietknockonthedoor.Thestewardcameinbearin gherluggage.Everythinghadevidentlybeenputbackintohersuitcase,allthe smalllitterfromherbedroomatthehotel.Healsohadhermapsandherhandba gfromthecar.Nothinghadbeenforgotten. 'Thankyou,Bob,'Nicksaid.'MissBlairwillringdownforbreakfastwh enshewantsit.' Thestewardplacedherthingsonachair,murmured,'Goodnight,miss,'a ndwithdrew.Sothatisthat,thoughtShelagh,andwheredowegofromhere?He wasstillwatchingher,thesmileofamusementonhisface.Whenindoubt,shet oldherself,yawn.Becasual.Pretendthissortofthinghappenseverynightof yourlife.Shepickedupherbagandfoundhercomb,ranitthroughherhair,hu mmingatuneunderherbreath. 'Youshouldneverhaveretired,'shesaid.'Suchawasteofyourorganis ingpowers.YououghttobecommandingtheMediterraneanFleet.Planninganexer cise,orsomething.' 'That'sexactlywhatIamdoing.You'llgetyourorderswhenthisshipi satactionstations.NowI'vegotsomeworktodo,soI'llleaveyou.Bythewa y...'hepaused,hishandonthedoor,'youdon'thavetolockthis,you'reper fectlysafe.' 'Iwouldn'tdreamoflockingit,'shereplied.'AsajournalistI'mused toshake-downsinthemostunlikelyplaces,andprowlingaboutunknowncorridor sinthemiddleofthenight.' Punch-line,shethought.Thatwillteachyou.Nowdisappearandturnall yourfurnitureupsidedown.... 'Ah,'hesaid,'sothat'syourform.It'snotacaseofyoulockingyour
doorbutofmelockingmine.Thanksforthewarning.' Sheheardhimlaughingashewentdownthecorridor.Curtain.Damn.Heh adhadthelastword. Shewenttohersuitcaseandthrewitopen.Thefewclothes,night-thing s,make-up,neatlypacked.Herhandbaguntouched.Aluckythingthepapersfort hehiredAustinwereallinherstagename.NothingtoconnectherwithShelagh Money.Theonlythingthathadbeenshakenandfoldeddifferentlywasthemapan dthetouristguide.Well,thatdidn'tmatter.ShehadmarkedBallyfaneandLoug hTorrahwithbluepencil,butajournalistwouldhavedonethatanyway.Somethi ngwasmissing,though-thecopper-colouredpaper-cliphadgone.Sheshooktheto uristguide,butnothingfellout.Theenvelopewasnolongerthere.Theenvelop econtainingtheslipofpaperwiththedatesuponit,whichshehadcopiedfrom thefileinherfather'sstudy. WhenShelaghawokethesunwasstreamingintotheroom.Sheglancedath ertravelling-clockbesidethebed.Aquarter-past-nine.Shehadsleptsoundlyf ornearlytenhours.Shegotoutofbedandwenttothewindow,drawingthecurt ainsaside.Herroomappearedtobeattheextremeendofthebuilding.andimme diatelybeyondherwindowagrassbankslopedtowardsthetrees,andthroughthe treesthemselvesanarrowclearingleddowntothelake.Theglimpseshecould catchofthelakeshowedthewatertobesparklingblue,thesurfacethathadbe ensostilllasteveningnowturnedtowavelets,whippedbyascuddingbreeze.N ickhadtoldthestewardshewouldringdownforherbreakfast,andshepickedu pthetelephonebythebed.Bob'svoicecameatonce. 'Yes,miss.Orange-juice?Coffee?Rolls?Honey?' 'Please...' Service,shethought.Ishouldn'tbegettingthisattheKilmoreArms.B obbroughtthetraytoherbedsidewithinfourminutes.Themorningpaperwasal souponit,neatlyfolded. 'TheCommander'scompliments,miss,'hesaid.'Hehopesyousleptwell. Ifthereisanythingelseyourequireyouhaveonlytotellme.' I'dliketoknowifitwasMrDohertyattheKilmoreArmsorMrO'Reilly fromthepostofficewhotooktheenvelopefromthetouristguide,shewasthin king.Orcoulditbeyou,Malvolio?NobodywouldhavebotheredaboutitifIhad n'tscribbledontheenvelope,'N.Barry.Datespossiblysignificant.' 'IhaveeverythingIneed,thankyou,Bob,'shesaid. Whenshehadbreakfasted,dressedherselfinsweaterandjeans,andmade uphereyeswithrathergreatercarethanshehaddonethedaybefore,shewas readytofacewhateversurprisesNickhadinstoreforher.Shewalkeddownthe corridor,passedthroughtheswing-doorandcametotheliving-room.Thedoorwa sopen,buthewasnotthere.Somehowshehadexpectedtoseehimathisdesk.S hewentacrosstoit,glancingfurtivelyoverhershoulder,andstaredattheph otographonceagain.Nickwasmuchbetternowthanthen,shethought.Asayoung manhemusthavebeenirritating,over-pleasedwithhimself,andshehadafeel ingthathishairhadbeenred.Thewholetruthwas,shesupposed,thattheyhad bothbeeninlovewithhermother,andwhenherfatherwonthishadhelpedtot urnNicksour.Startedthechip.Oddthathermotherhadnotmentionedthefact. Shegenerallypreenedherfeathersaboutoldadmirers.Disloyal,Shelaghknew, butwhathadbothmenseeninherexceptthatveryobviouspretty-prettyface?F artoomuchlipstick,liketheyworeinthosedays.Andabitofasnob,always name-dropping.Sheandherfatherusedtowinkateachotherifshediditinfr ontofotherpeople. Adiscreetcoughwarnedherthatthestewardwaswatchingherfromthec orridorbeyond. 'TheCommanderisinoneofthewoodclearings,miss,ifyouwerelookin gforhim.Icanpointyoutheway.' 'Oh,thankyou,Bob.' Theywentouttogether,andhesaid,'You'llfindtheCommanderworking downonthesiteabouttenminutes'walkaway.' Thesite...Fellingtrees,perhaps.Shesetoffthroughthewoods,the foliagethickandgreenoneithersideofthepath,denseasaminiatureforest,
withoutaglimpseofthelaketobeseen.Ifonestrayedfromthepath,shetho ught,andwanderedamongstthetrees,onewouldbelostinstantly,strikingfor thelakeandnotfindingit,movingroundandroundincircles.Thewindsighed inthebranchesaboveherhead.Nobirds,nomovement,nolappingwaternearat hand.Apersoncouldbeburiedhereinalltheundergrowthandneverfound.Perh apssheshouldturnback,retraceherstepstothehouse,tellthestewardshep referredtowaitindoorsforCommanderBarry.Shehesitated,butitwastoolate .Michaelwasadvancingthroughthetreestowardsher.Hecarriedaspadeinhis hand. 'TheCommanderiswaitingforyou,miss.Hewantstoshowyouthegrave. We'vejustuncoveredit.' OhGod,whatgrave,forwhom?Shefeltthecolourdrainfromherface.M ichaelwasnotsmiling.Hejerkedhisheadtowardsaclearingjustahead.Thens hesawtheothers.ThereweretwoothermenbesidesNick.Theywerestrippedto thewaist,bendingoversomethingintheground.Shefeltherlegsweakenunder her,andherheartbeganthumpinginherbreast. 'MissBlairishere,sir,'saidMichael. Nickturnedandstraightened.Hewasdressedliketheothers,insinglet andjeans.Hedidnotcarryaspade,buthadasmallaxeinhishand. 'So,'hesaid,'themomenthasarrived.Comeoverhereandkneeldown.' Heplacedhishandonhershoulder,anddrewhertowardsthecraterthat openedwidebeforeher.Shecouldnotspeak.Shecouldonlyseethebrownearth piledoneithersideofthecrater,thetumbledleaves,thebranchestossedasi de.Instinctively,assheknelt,sheburiedherfaceinherhands. 'Whatareyoudoing?'Hesoundedsurprised.'Youcan'tseewithyoureye scovered.Thisisagreatoccasion,youknow.You'reprobablythefirstEnglish womantobepresentattheuncoveringofamegalithictombinIreland.Courtcai rns,wecallthem.TheboysandIhavebeenworkingonthisoneforweeks.' Thenextthingsheknewwasthatshewassittinghumpedagainstatreew ithherheadbetweenherlegs.Theworldstoppedspinning,graduallybecameclea r.Shewassweatingallover. 'IthinkI'mgoingtobesick,'shesaid. 'Goahead,'hereplied.'Don'tmindme.' Sheopenedhereyes.ThemenhadalldisappearedandNickwascrouching besideher. 'That'swhatcomesofonlyhavingcoffeeforbreakfast,'hetoldher.'Q uitefatalstartingthedayonanemptystomach.' Herosetohisfeetandwanderedbacktothecrater. 'I'vetremendoushopesofthisfind.It'sinabetterstateofpreservat ionthanmanyothersI'veseen.Weonlystumbleduponitbychanceafewweeksa go.We'veuncoveredtheforecourtandpartofwhatIthinkisagalleryforthe burialplaceitself.It'snotbeendisturbedsinceabout1,500yearsB.C.Can't havetheoutsideworldgettingwindofit,orweshallhaveallthearchaeologic alchapsoverherewantingtotakephotographs,andthatwouldputthefatinth efireallright.Feelingbetter?' 'Idon'tknow,'shesaidweakly.'Ithinkso.' 'Comeandhavealook,then.' Shedraggedherselftothecraterandpeeredintothedepths.Alotofs tones,asortofroundedarchaffair,akindofwall.Impossibletoshowenthusi asm,hermisunderstandingandfearhadbeentoogreat. 'Veryinteresting,'shesaid,andthentohershame,farworsethanbein gsick,sheburstintotears.Hestaredather,momentarilynonplussed,thentak ingherbythehandbeganwalkingbrisklythroughthewoodwithoutspeaking,whi stlingbetweenhisteeth,untilwithinafewminutesthetreeshadclearedandt heywerestandingbythesideofthelake. 'Ballyfaneisovertothewest.Youcan'tseeitfromhere.Thelakebro adenstothenorthonthisside,andwindsinandoutagainstthemainlandlike apatchworkquilt.Inwintertheduckflyinandsettleamongstthereeds.Inev ershootthem,though.InsummerIcomeandswimherebeforebreakfast.' Shelaghhadrecovered.Hehadgivenhertimetopullherselftogether,w
hichwasallthatmattered,andshewasgratefultohim. 'I'msorry,'shesaid,'butfrankly,whenIsawMichaelwiththespadea ndhesaidsomethingaboutagrave,Ithoughtmylastmomenthadcome.' Hestaredather,astonished.Thenhesmiled.'You'renotsohard-bitten asyouliketopretend.Thatswaggerofyoursisallbluff.' 'Partly,'sheadmitted,'butit'sanewsituationtome,beingdumpedon anislandwitharecluse.IseenowwhyIwashijacked.Youdon'twantanyonel eakingaboutyourmegalithicfindtothepress.O.K.,Iwon't.That'sapromise. ' Hedidnotanswerimmediately.Hestoodthere,strokinghischin. 'I-I'm,'hesaidafteramoment.'Well,that'sverysportingofyou.Now ,I'lltellyouwhatwe'lldo.We'llgobacktothehouse,getBobtomakeupa packedlunch,andI'lltakeyouforatourofthelake.AndIpromisenottopus hyouoverboard.' He'sonlymad,shethought,nor-nor-west.He'ssaneineveryrespectsav eforthephotograph.Butforthat...butforthephotographshewouldcomecle anatonceandtellhimthetruthaboutherself,aboutherreasonforcomingto Ballyfane.Notyet,though. Nothingcouldbemoredifferent,Shelaghdecidedseveralhourslater,th antheNickdescribedbyherfather,withachipontheshoulder,agrudgeagain sttheworld,souredbydisappointment,thanthismanwhoputhimselfouttoent ertainher,toseethatsheenjoyedeverymomentofthehoursspentinhiscompa ny.Thetwin-enginedlaunch,withasmallcabinfor'ard-notthelittlechug-chug craftinwhichMichaelhadbroughthertotheislandthedaybefore-glidedsmoo thlyacrossthelake,dodginginandoutamongstthetonguesofland,whilehep ointedouttoher,fromthehelmsman'sseat,thevariouspointsofinterestont hemainland.Thedistanthillstothewest,aruinedcastle,thetowerofananc ientabbey.Neveroncedidhealludetothereasonforhervisit,norpressher forinformationaboutherownlife.Theyatehard-boiledeggsandcoldchickens eatedsidebysideinthesmallcabin,andshekeptthinkinghowherfatherwoul dhavelovedit,howthiswouldhavebeenjusthiswayofspendingadayhadhe livedtotakethatholiday.ShecouldpicturehimandNicktogether,chaffing,s langingawayateachother,showingoff,inacurioussortofway,becauseshew asthere.Nothermother,though.Shewouldhavewreckedthewholething. 'Youknow,'shesaidinaburstofconfidence,theeffectofatotofwh iskybeforetheGuinness,'theCommanderBarryIimaginedwasn'tascraplikeyo u.' 'Whatdidyouimagine?'heasked. 'Well,becauseofyourbeingthisreclusetheytoldmeabout,Ipictured someonelivinginacastlefilledwitholdretainersandbayingwolf-hounds.Ra therabuffer.Eithergrimandveryrude,shoutingattheretainers,orterribly hearty,playingpracticaljokes.' Hesmiled.'IcanbeveryrudewhenIchoose,andIoftenshoutatBob. Astopracticaljokes...I'veplayedtheminmytime.Stilldo.HaveanotherGu inness?'Sheshookherheadandleantbackagainstthebulkhead.'Thetroublewa s,'hesaid,'thesortofjokesIplayedweremostlytoamusemyself.They'vego neoutoffashion,anyway.Idon'tsupposeyou,forinstance,everputwhitemic einyoureditor'sdesk?' Foreditor'sdesksubstitutestar'sdressing-room,shethought. 'Notwhitemice,'shereplied,'butIonceputastink-bombundermybos s'sbed.Hehoppedoutofitprettyquick,Idon'tmindtellingyou.' Manchesteritwas,andBruceneverforgaveher,either.Whathethought wasboilinguptobeadiscreetaffairbetweenthemvanishedinsmoke. 'That'swhatImeant,'hesaid.'Thebestofjokesareonlyfunforones elf.Abitofagamble,though,topickonyourboss.' 'Self-protection,'shetoldhim'Iwasboredatthethoughtofgettingi ntobedwithhim.' Hestartedtolaugh,thencheckedhimself.'Forgiveme,I'mbeinghearty .Doyouhavealotoftroublewithyoureditors?' Shepretendedtoreflect.'Italldepends.Theycanberatherdemanding.
Andifyou'reambitious,whichIam,itearnsyoupromotion.Thewholething's achore,though.I'mnotreallypermissive.' 'Meaningwhat?' 'Well,Idon'tstripdownattheflickofahat.IthastobesomeoneI like.AmIshockingyou?' 'Notintheleast.Abufferlikemyselflikestoknowhowtheyounglive .' Shereachedforacigarette.Thistimehelighteditforher. 'Thethingis,'shesaid,andshemighthavebeentalkingtoherfather afterSundaysupper,withhermothersafeintheotherroom,onlyactuallythis wasmorefun,'thethingis,Ifindsexover-rated.Menmakesuchafuss,puton eoff,allthatgroaning.Someevencry.Theonlyreasononedoesitistoclaim ascalp,likeplayingRedIndians.Thewholething'sadeadloss,inmyopinion .Butthere,I'monlynineteen.Plentyoftimetoripenup.' 'Iwouldn'tcountonit.Nineteenisgettingonabit.It'slaterthany outhink.'Herosefromthelocker,strolledovertohishelmsman'sseatandswi tchedontheengine.'Itgivesmeenormoussatisfaction,'headded,'tothinkof allthoseheadsyou'vescalped,andthegroaningthatgoesoninFleetStreet. Imustwarnmyfriendsamongstthepressthattheyhadbetterwatchout.' Shelookedupathim,startled.'Whatfriends?' Hesmiled.'Ihavemycontacts.'Heturnedthelaunchbackinthedirect ionofLambIsland,andit'sonlyamatteroftime,shetoldherself,beforehe checksmypresscredentials,discoverstheydon'texist.AsforJenniferBlair, he'dhavetocontactafairnumberoftheatremanagersbeforeoneofthemsaid, 'YoumeanthatbrilliantyoungactresstheStratfordpeoplehavebeentryingto getholdoffornextseason?' Toosoonbyfarhewasbringingthelaunchalongsidethelanding-stage-c um-boathouseofhisdomain,cunninglymaskedbythethicklyplantedtrees,Micha eltheretoreceivethem,andsherememberedherfrightofthemorning,thepart lyuncoveredmegalithiccairnintheheartofthewoodedisland. 'I'vespoiltyourday,'shesaidtoNick.'Youwereallofyouworkingo nthatsite,andwouldhavegoneonwithitbutforme.' 'Notnecessarily.Relaxationtakesvariousforms.Thediggingcanwait. Anynews,Michael?' 'Somesignalsreceived,sir,upatthehouse.Everythinginorder.' Metamorphosiswascompletebythetimetheyreachedthehouse.Thecompa nionhadbecomebrusque,alert,intentuponmattersotherthanherself.Eventhe littledogwholeaptintohisarmsassoonassheheardhermaster'svoicewas swiftlyputdownagain. 'Everyoneinthecontrol-roomforbriefinginfiveminutes,Bob,'hesai d. 'Sir.' NickturnedtoShelagh.'Youmustamuseyourself,ifyoudon'tmind.Boo ks,radio,T.V.,records,allintheroomwewereinlastnight.Ishallbebusy forseveralhours.' Severalhours...Itwasonlyjustaftersix.Wouldhisbusiness,whatev eritwas,takehimuntilnineorten?Shehadhopedforsomethingdifferent,a longintimateeveningstretchedoutinfrontofthefirewhenanythingmighthap pen. 'O.K.,'shesaidwithashrug.'I'minyourhands.I'dliketoknow,by theway,howlongyouintendtokeepmehere.Ihavecertaincommitmentsbackin London.' 'Ibetyouhave.Butthescalpingwillhavetowait.Bob,seethatMiss Blairhassometea.' Hedisappearedalongthecorridor,thedogathisheels.Sheflungherse lfdownonthesettee,sulking.Whatabore!Especiallywhenthedayhadgoneso well.Shehadnodesiretoreadorlistentorecords.Histastewouldbelikeh erfather's,oldPeterCheyney'sandJohnBuchan's,heusedtoreadthemoveran doveragain.Andmusicofthelightersort,probablySouthPacific. Thestewardbroughtinhertea,andthistimetherewerecherryjamand
scones,freshlybaked,what'smore.Shewolfedthelot.Thenshepotteredaround theroom,inspectingtheshelves.NoPeterCheyney,noJohnBuchan,endlessboo ksonIreland,whichsheexpectedanyway,Yeatsforever,Synge,A.E.,avolumeo ntheAbbeyTheatre.Thatmightbeinteresting,but,'I'mnotinthevein,'she thought,'I'mnotinthevein.'Therecordsweremostlyclassical,Mozart,Haydn ,Bach,stacksofthedamnthings.Allrightifhe'dbeenintheroomandtheyc ouldhavelistenedtogether.Thephotographonthedesksheignored.Eventogla nceatitproducedintenseirritation.Howcouldhe?Whathadheseeninher?In deed,whathadherfatherseen,forthatmatter?ButforNick,obviouslymorein tellectualthanherfatherhadeverbeen,togoroundthebendaboutsomebodyli kehermother,grantingshehadbeenprettyinherday,passedallcomprehension . 'IknowwhatI'lldo,'thoughtShelagh,'I'llgoandwashmyhair.' Itwasfrequentlyaremedywhenallelsefailed.Shewalkedalongtheco rridor,passingthedoorwiththewordsControlRoomuponit.Shecouldhearthe murmurofvoicesfromwithin.ThenNicklaughed,andshehurriedpastincaset hedooropenedandshewascaughttryingtoeavesdrop.Thedoordidopen,whens hewassafelyonherway,andglancingbackoverhershouldershesawaboycome out,oneofthosewhohadbeenhelpingtouncoverthecairnthatmorning.Sher ememberedhismopoflighthair.Hecouldn'tbemorethaneighteen.Theywereal lyoung,nowshecametothinkofit.AllexceptNickhimself,andBob.Shepass edthroughtheswing-doortoherownroomandsatdownonherbed,stunnedbya newideathathadsuddenlycometoher. Nickwasahomo.Theywereallhomos.ThatwaswhyNickhadbeensacked fromtheNavy.Herfatherhadfoundout,couldn'tpasshimforpromotion,andNi ckhadborneagrudgeeverafterwards.Perhaps,even,thedatesshehadcopiedf romthelistreferredtotimeswhenNickhadgotintotrouble.Thephotographwa sablind-homosoftentriedtocoverthemselvesbypretendingtheyweremarried. Oh,notNick...Itwastheend.Shecouldn'tbearit.Whymusttheonlyattrac tivemanshehadevermetinherlifehavetobelikeit?Goddamnandblastthe mall,strippedtothewaisttheredownbythatmegalithictomb.Theywereproba blydoingthesameintheControlRoomnow.Therewasnopointinanythinganym ore.Nosenseinhermission.Thesoonershelefttheislandandflewbackhome thebetter. Sheturnedthetapsinherwash-basin,andplungedherheadintothewat erfuriously.Eventhesoap-AegeanBlue-wasfartooexoticforanormalmantoh aveunderhisroof.Shedriedherhair,twistingthetowelrounditturbanfashi on,toreoffherjeansandputonanotherpair.Theydidn'tlookright.Shedrag gedonhertravellingskirtinstead.'ThatwillshowhimI'venodesiretogoar oundapingboys.' Therewasatapatherdoor. 'Comein,'shesaidsavagely. ItwasBob.'Excuseme,miss,theCommanderwouldliketoseeyouinthe ControlRoom.' 'I'msorry,he'llhavetowait.I'vejustwashedmyhair.' Thestewardcoughed.'Iwouldn'tadviseyou,miss,tokeeptheCommander waiting.' Hecouldnothavebeenmorecourteous,andyet...Therewassomethingi mplacableabouthissquare,stockyframe. 'Verywell,'saidShelagh.'TheCommandermustputupwithmyappearance ,that'sall.' Shestalkedalongthecorridorafterhim,thetwistedturbangivingher theappearanceofaBedouinsheik. 'Begpardon,'murmuredthesteward,andtappedonthedooroftheContro lRoom.'MissBlairtoseeyou,sir,'heannounced. Shewasreadyforanything.Youngmensprawlinginthenudeonbunks.Jo sssticksburning.Nick,asMasterofCeremonies,directingunspeakableoperatio ns.Instead,shesawthesevenyoungmenseatedroundatable,Nickatthehead ofit.Aneighthmanwassittinginthecornerwithheadphonesoverhisears.Th esevenatthetablestaredather,thenavertedtheirgaze.Nickraisedhiseye
browsbriefly,thenpickedupapieceofpaper.Sherecogniseditasthelistwi ththedatesuponitthathadbeenmissingfromhertouristguide. 'Iapologiseforinterruptingthehautecoiffure,'hesaid,'buttheseg entlemenandIwouldliketoknowthesignificanceofthesedatesthatyouwere carryinginyourtouristguide.' Obeythewell-triedmaxim.Attackisthebestformofdefence. 'ThatisexactlywhatIwouldhaveaskedyou,CommanderBarry,hadyoug rantedmeaninterview.ButIdaresayyouwouldhaveavoidedthequestion.They obviouslyhavegreatsignificanceforyou,otherwiseyourgentlemenfriendswou ldneverhavepinchedtheminthefirstplace.' 'Fairenough,'hesaid.'Whogaveyouthelist?' 'ItwaswiththeotherpaperswhichtheofficegavemewhenIwasputon tothisjob.Theywerejustpartofthebriefing.' 'YoumeantheeditorialofficeofSearchlight?' 'Yes.' 'Yourassignmentwastowriteanarticleaboutaretirednavalofficer-m yself-anddescribehowhefilledhistime,hobbies,etc?' 'That'sright.' 'Andothermembersofthestaffweretowritesimilararticlesaboutoth erex-Serviceofficers?' 'Yes.Itsoundedabrightidea.Somethingnew.' 'Well,I'msorrytospoilyourstory,butwe'vecheckedwiththeeditor ofSearchlight,andnotonlyhavetheynointentionofpublishingsuchaseries ofarticles,buttheydon'tpossessaMissJenniferBlairevenamongstthemost juniormembersoftheirstaff.' Shemighthaveknownit.Hiscontactsamongstthepress.Pityshewasn't ajournalist.Whateveritwashewastryingtohidewouldwinherafortuneif itwaspublishedinoneoftheSundaynewspapers. 'Look,'shesaid,'thisisadelicatematter.CouldIpossiblyspeakto youalone?' 'Verywell,'Nicksaid,'ifyoupreferit.' Thesevenrosetotheirfeet.Theywereatough-lookingbunch. Shesupposedthatwasthewayhelikedit. 'Ifyoudon'tmind,'Nickadded,'thewirelessoperatorhastostayath ispost.Messagesarecontinuallycomingthrough.Hewon'thearanythingyousay .' 'That'sallright,'shesaid. Thesevenyoungmenshuffledfromtheroom,andNickleantbackinhisc hair.Thebrightblueeyeneverwaveredfromherface. 'Takeaseatandfireaway,'hesaid. Shelaghsatdowninoneofthevacantseats,conscioussuddenlyofthet wistedtowelroundherhead.Itcouldhardlyaddtoherdignity.Nevermind.It washisdignityshehopedtoshatternow.Shewouldtellthetruthuptoacerta inpoint,thenimprovise,waitforhisreaction. 'TheSearchlighteditorwasperfectlyright,'shebegan,drawingadeep breath.'I'veneverworkedforthem,orforanyothermagazine.I'mnotajourna list,I'manactress,andfewpeopleonthestagehaveheardofmeeither,asye t.I'mamemberofayoungtheatregroup.Wetravelalot,andwe'vejustsuccee dedingettingourowntheatreinLondon.Ifyouwanttocheckuponthatyouca n.It'stheNewWorldTheatre,Victoria,andeverybodythereknowsJenniferBlai r.I'mbookedtoplaytheleadintheirforthcomingseriesofShakespeareancome dies.' Nicksmiled."That'smorelikeit.Congratulations.' 'Youcankeepthemfortheopeningnight,'shereplied,'whichwillbei naboutthreeweeks'time.Thedirectorandtherestofthegroupknownothinga boutthisbusiness,theydon'tevenknowI'mhereinIreland.I'mhereasthere sultofabet.' Shepaused.Thiswasthetrickypart. 'Aboy-friendofmine,nothingtodowiththetheatre,hasnavalconnect ions.Thatlistofdatescameintohishands,withyournamescribbledbesideit
.Heknewitmustsignifysomething,butdidn'tknowwhat.Wegotslightlylitu poneeveningafterdinner,andhebetmetwenty-fivequid,plusexpenses,that Iwasn'tagoodenoughactresstoposeasajournalistandbounceyouintoanin terviewjustforthehellofit.Done,Itoldhim.Andthat'swhyI'mhere.Imu stadmitIhadn'texpectedtobehi-jackedontoanislandaspartoftheexperi ence.Iwasslightlyshakenlastnighttofindthelisthadbeenpinchedfrommy touristguide.So,Itoldmyself,thenthedatesdidstandforsomethingwhich wouldn'tbearreporting.Theywereallinthe'fifties,aroundthetimeyoureti redfromtheNavy,accordingtothenavallistwhichIrantoearthinapublic library.Now,candidly,Idon'tgiveadamnwhatthosedatessignify,but,asI saidbefore,theyobviouslymeanalottoyou,andIwouldn'tmindbettingsomet hingprettyshadytoo,nottosayillegal.' Nicktiltedhischair,rockingitgentlytoandfro.Theeyeshifted,ex aminedtheceiling.Hewasevidentlyatalossforananswer,whichsuggestedhe rarrowhadscoredabull'seye. 'Itdepends,'hesaidsoftly,'whatyoucallshady.Andillegal.Opinion sdiffer.Youmightbeconsiderablyshockedbyactionsforwhichmyyoungfriend sandIfindperfectjustification.' 'I'mnoteasilyshocked,'saidShelagh. 'No,Igatheredthat.Thetroubleis,Ihavetoconvincemyassociatest hatsuchisindeedthecase.Whathappenedinthe'fiftiesdoesnotconcernthem -theywerechildrenatthetimebutwhatwedojointlytodayconcernsallofus verymuchindeed.Ifanyleakofouractionsreachedtheoutsideworldweshould ,asyourightlysurmise,findourselvesupagainstthelaw.' Hegotupandbegantostraightenthepapersonhistable.So,Shelaght hought,whateverillegalpracticesherfatherhadsuspectedNickof,hewasstil lengagedinthem,hereinIreland.SmugglingarchaeologicalfindstotheU.S.A. ?Orhadherhunchthiseveningbeencorrect?CouldNickandhisbunchoffriend sbehomosexual?Eiremadesomuchfussaboutmoralitythatanythingofthekind mightwellbeagainstthelaw.Itwasobvioushewouldn'tletonaboutittohe r. Nickwentandstoodbesidethemanwiththeheadphones,whowaswriting somethingonapad.Somemessage,shesupposed.Nickreadit,andscribbledsome thinghimselfinanswer.ThenheturnedbacktoShelagh. 'Wouldyouliketoseeusinaction?'heasked. Shewasstartled.Shehadbeenpreparedforanythingwhenshecameinto theControlRoom,buttobeaskedpointblank...'Whatdoyoumean?'sheasked defensively. Herturbanhadslippedontothefloor.Hepickeditupandhandeditto her. 'Itwouldbeanexperience,'hesaid,'youareneverlikelytohaveagai n.Youwon'thavetotakepartinit.Thedisplaywillbeatadistance.Veryst imulating.Verydiscreet.' Hewassmiling,buttherewassomethingdisconcertinginthesmile.She backedawayfromhimtowardsthedoor.Shehadasuddenvisionofherselfseated somewhereinthewoods,bythatprehistoricgrave,perhaps,unabletoescape,w hileNickandtheyoungmenperformedsomeancientandunspeakablerite. 'Quitehonestly...'shebegan,butheinterruptedher,stillsmiling. 'Quitehonestly,Iinsist.Thedisplaywillbeaneducationinitself.W eshallproceedpartofthewaybyboat,andthentaketotheroad.' Hethrewopenthedoor.Themenwerelinedupinthecorridor,Bobamong stthem. 'Noproblem,'hesaid.'MissBlairwillgivenotrouble.Actionstations .' Theybegantofileawaydownthecorridor.NicktookShelaghbythearm andpropelledhertowardstheswingdoorleadingtohisownquarters. 'Getyourcoat,andascarf,ifyouhaveone.Itmaybecold.Looksharp .' Hedisappearedintohisownroom.Whenshecameoutagainintothecorri dorhewaswaitingforher,wearingahigh-neckedjerseyandawindcheater.Hew
aslookingathiswatch. 'Comeon,'hesaid. Themenhadallvanished,exceptthesteward.Hewasstandingattheent rancetothegalleydoor,thelittledoginhisarms.'Goodluck,sir,'hesaid. 'Thankyou,Bob.TwolumpsofsugarforSkip,nomore.' Heledthewaydownthenarrowpaththroughthewoodstotheboathouse. Theengineofthelaunchwashumminggently.Therewereonlytwomenonboard,M ichaelandtheyoungmanwiththemopofhair.'Sitinthecabinandstaythere, 'NicktoldShelagh.Hehimselfmovedtothecontrols.Thelaunchbegantoslip awayacrossthelake,theislanddisappearingastern.Shelaghsoonlostdirectio n,seatedasshewasinsidethecabin.Themainlandwasadistantblur,comingc loseattimesandthenreceding,butnoneofittakingshapeunderthedarksky. Sometimes,asshepeeredthroughthesmallporthole,theypassedsoneartoab ankthatthelaunchalmostbrushedthereeds,andthenamomentafterwardsthere wasnothingbutwater,blackandstill,saveforthewhitefoamcausedbytheb ow'sthrust.Theenginewasbarelyaudible.Nobodyspoke.Presentlythegentlet hrobbingceased-Nickmusthavenosedhiscraftintoshallowwaterbesideabank. Heloweredhisheadintothecabinandheldouthishandtoher. 'Thisway.You'llgetyourfeetwet,butitcan'tbehelped.' Shecouldseenothingaroundherbutwaterandreedsandsky.Shestumbl edafterhimonthesoggyground,clingingtohishand,thefairboyjustahead, themudoozingthroughhershoes.Theywereleadingherontosomesortoftrac k.Ashapeloomedoutoftheshadows.Itlookedlikeavan,andamanshedidno trecognisewasstandingbesideit.Heopenedthevandoor.Nickgotinfirst,d raggingShelaghafterhim.Thefairboywentroundtothefrontbesidethedrive r,andthevanlurchedandlumberedupthetrackuntil,toppingwhatseemedtob earise,itcametoasmoothsurfacethatmustberoad.Shetriedtosituprigh t,andbangedherheadagainstashelfaboveher.Somethingrattledandshook. 'Keepstill,'saidNick.'Wedon'twantallthebreaddownontopofus. ' 'Bread?' Itwasthefirstwordshehadspokensinceleavingtheisland.Heflicke donalighter,andshesawthatthepartitionbetweenthemselvesandthedriver wasshut.Allaroundthemwereloavesofbread,neatlystackeduponshelves,an dcakes,pastries,confectionery,andtinnedgoodsaswell. 'Helpyourself,'hetoldher.It'sthelastmealyou'llgettonight.' Heputouthisarmandseizedaloaf,thenbrokeitintwo.Heflickedo ffthelighter,leavingthemindarknessagain.Icouldn'tbemorehelpless,she thought,ifIwereridinginahearse. 'Haveyoustolenthevan?'sheasked. 'Stolenit?WhythehellshouldIstealavan?It'sonloanfromthegro cerinMulldonagh.He'sdrivingithimself.Havesomecheese.Andaspotofthis .'Heputaflasktoherlips.Theneatspiritnearlychokedher,butgavewarmt handcourageatthesametime.'Yourfeetmustbewet.Takeyourshoesoff.And foldupyourjacketunderyourhead.Thenwecanreallygetdowntoit.' 'Downtowhat?' 'Well,we'veadriveofsomethirty-sixmilesbeforewereachtheborder .Asmoothroadalltheway.Iproposetoscalpyou.' Shewastravellingbysleeperbacktoboarding-schoolinthenorthofEn gland.Herfatherwaswavinggoodbyetoherfromtheplatform.'Don'tgo,'shec alledout,'don'teverleaveme.'Thesleeperdissolved,becameadressing-room inatheatre,andshewasstandingbeforethelooking-glassdressedasCesarioi nTwelfthNight.Sleeperanddressing-roomexploded... Shesatup,bumpedherheadontherackofloaves.Nickwasnolongerwi thher.Thevanwasstationary.Somethinghadawakenedher,though,fromtotalb lackout-theymusthaveburstatyre.Shecouldseenothinginthedarknessofth evan,noteventhefaceofherwatch.Timedidnotexist.It'sbodychemistry, shetoldherself,that'swhatdoesit.People'sskins.Theyeitherblendorthey don't.Theyeithermergeandmeltintothesametexture,dissolveandbecomere newed,ornothinghappens,likefaultyplugs,blownfuses,switchboardjams.Whe
nthethinggoesright,asithasformetonight,thenit'sarrowssplinteringt hesky,it'sforestfires,it'sAgincourt.IshalllivetillI'mninety-five,ma rrysomeniceman,havefifteenchildren,winstageawardsandOscars,butnever againwilltheworldbreakintofragments,burnbeforemyeyes.I'vebloodyhad it.... Thevandooropenedandarushofcoldairblewinuponher.Theboywit hthemopofhairwasgrinningather. 'TheCommandersaysifyou'refondoffireworkscomeandtakealook.It 'salovelysight.' Shestumbledoutofthevanafterhim,rubbinghereyes.Theyhadparked besideaditch,andbeyondtheditchwasafield,ariversurelyrunningthroug hit,buttheforegroundwasdark.Shecoulddistinguishlittleexceptwhatseem edtobefarmbuildingsaroundabendintheroad.Theskyinthedistancehada norangeglowasifthesun,insteadofsettinghoursago,hadriseninthenort h,puttingalltimetoodds,whiletonguesofflameshotupwards,mergingwithp illarsofblacksmoke.Nickwasstandingbythedriver'sseat,thedriverhimsel falongside,bothofthemstaringatthesky.Amuffledvoicewasspeakingfrom aradiofixedneartothedashboard. 'Whatisit?'sheasked.'What'shappening'?' Thedriver,amiddle-agedmanwithafurrowedface,turnedtoher,smili ng. 'It'sArmaghburning,orthebestpartofit.Butthere'llbenodamage donetothecathedral.StPatrick'swillstandwhentherestofthetownisblac k.' Theyoungmanwiththemopofhairhadbenthiseartotheradio.Hestr aightenedhimself,touchedNickonthearm. 'FirstexplosionhasgoneoffatOmagh,sir,'hesaid.'Weshouldhavet hereportonStrabaneinthreeminutes'time.Enniskilleninfive.' 'Fairenough,'repliedNick.'Let'sgo.' HebundledShelaghbackintothevanandclimbedinbesideher.Thevan sprangintoaction,didaU-turn,andspedalongtheroadoncemore. 'Imighthaveknownit,'shesaid.'Ishouldhaveguessed.Butyouhadm efooledwithyourcairnsinthewoodandallthatcover-up.' 'Itisn'tacover-up.I'veapassionfordigging.ButIloveexplosions too.' Heofferedheranipfromtheflaskbutsheshookherhead.'You'reamu rderer.Helplesspeopleawaythereburningintheirbeds,womenandchildrendyi ngperhapsinhundreds.''Dyingnothing,'hereplied.'They'llbeoutinthestr eetsapplauding.Youmustn'tbelieveMurphy.Helivesinadreamworld.Thetown ofArmaghwillhardlyfeelit.Awarehouseortwomaysmoulder,withlucktheb arracks.' 'Andtheotherplacestheboymentioned?' 'Afireworkdisplay.Veryeffective.' Itwasallsoobviousnow,thinkingbacktothatlastconversationwith herfather.Hehadbeenontoitallright.Dutybeforefriendship.Loyaltytoh iscountryfirst.NowonderthepairofthemhadstoppedexchangingChristmasca rds. Nicktookanapplefromtheshelfaboveandbegantomunchit.'So...' hesaid,'you'reabuddingactress.' 'Buddingistheoperativeword.' 'Ohcome,don'tbemodest.You'llgofar.Youtrickedmealmostasneatl yasItrickedyou.Allthesame,I'mnotsureIquiteswallowtheoneaboutthe friendwithnavalconnections.Tellmehisname.' 'Iwon't.Youcankillmefirst.' ThankheavenforJenniferBlair.ShewouldnothavestoodachanceasSh elaghMoney. 'Ohwell,'hesaid,'itdoesn'tmatter.It'sallpasthistorynow.' 'Thenthedatesdidmakesensetoyou?' 'Verygoodsense,butwewereamateursinthosedays.June5,1951,ara idonEbringtonBarracks,Derry.Quiteasuccess.June25,1953,FelsteadSchool
Officers'TrainingCorps,Essex.Bitofamix-up.June12,1954,GoughBarracks ,Armagh.Nothingmuchgained,butgoodformorale.October17,1954,OmaghBarr acks.Broughtussomerecruits.April24,1955,EglingtonNavalAirBaseatDerr y.H'm...Nocomment.August13,1955,ArborfieldDepot,Berkshire.Initialsuc cess,butapropercock-uplater.Afterthat,everyonehadtodoalotofhomewo rk.' TherewasanItalianoperabyPucciniwithasonginit,'0!mybeloved father'.Italwaysmadehercry.Anyway,shethought,whereveryouare,darling, inyourastralbody,don'tblamemeforwhatI'vedone,andmayverywelldoag ainbeforethenightisover.Itwasonewaytosettleyourlastrequest,though youwouldn'thaveapprovedofthemethod.Butthen,youhadhighidealsandIh avenone.Andwhathappenedinthosedayswasnotmyproblem.Myproblemismuch morebasic,muchmoredirect.I'vefallenhook,lineandsinkerforyouronetim efriend. 'Politicsleavemecold,'shesaid.'What'sthepointofbangingoffbom bsandupsettingeveryone'slives?YouhopeforaunitedIreland?' 'Yes,'hereplied,'sodoweall.Itwillcomeeventually,thoughitmay bedullforsomeofuswhenitdoes.TakeMurphy,now.Noexcitementindriving agrocer'svanaroundthecountrysideandbeinginbedbynine.Thissortofth ingkeepshimyoung.Ifthat'stobehisfutureinaunitedIrelandhe'lldiebe forehisseventiethbirthday.Isaidtohimlastweekwhenhecametotheisland forbriefing,"Johnnie'stooyoung"-Johnnie'shisson,theboysittingbesideh iminfrontnow"Johnnie'stooyoung,"Itoldhim."Maybeweshouldn'tlethimr iskhislifeyetawhile.""Riskbedamned,"saysMurphy."It'stheonlywaytok eepaladoutoftrouble,withtheworldinthestateitistoday."' 'You'reallofyouravingmad,'saidShelagh.'I'llfeelsaferwhenwe'r ebackacrossyoursideoftheborder.' 'Mysideoftheborder?'herepeated.'Wenevercrossedit.Whatdoyou takemefor?I'vedonesomedamnfoolthingsinmytime,butIwouldn'tbounceab outinagrocer'svaninhostileterritory.Iwantedyoutoseethefun,that's all.Actually,I'monlyaconsultantthesedays."AskCommanderBarry,"somebody says,"hemayhaveasuggestionortwotomake,"andIcomeinfromclearingca irnsorwritinghistory,andgetcrackingontheshortwave.Itkeepsmeyoungi nheart,likeMurphy.'Hebeganpullingdownsomeoftheloavesfromtherackan dsettlingthemunderhishead.'That'sbetter.Givesmesupportformyneck.I oncemadelovetoagirlwithmybacksideagainstaheapofhand-grenades,butI wasyoungerthen.Girlneverfluffed.Thoughttheywereturnips.' Ohno,shethought.Notagain.Ican'ttakeanymorejustyet.Thebattl e'sover,won.I'llsueforpeace.AllIwanttodonowistolielikethis,wit hmylegsthrownacrosshiskneesandmyheadonhisshoulder.Thisissafety. 'Don't,'shesaid. 'Ohreally?Nostamina?' 'Staminanothing,I'msufferingfromshock.Ishallsmoulderfordays,l ikeyourbarracksinArmagh.Bytheway,IbelongbyrightstotheProtestantno rth.Mygrandfatherwasbornthere.' 'Washe,indeed?Thatexplainseverything.YouandIhavealove-hatere lationship.It'salwaysthesamewithpeoplewhoshareacommonborder.Attracti onandantagonismmixed.Verypeculiar.' 'Idaresayyou'reright.' 'OfcourseI'mright.WhenIlostmyeyeinthecarcrashIhadletters ofsympathyfromdozensofpeopleacrosstheborderwhowouldgladlyhaveseenm edead.' 'Howlongwereyouinhospital?' 'Sixweeks.Plentyoftimetothink.Andplan.' Now,shethought.Thisisthemoment.Gocarefully,watchyourstep. 'Thatphotograph,'shesaid,'thatphotographonyourdesk.It'saphone y,isn'tit?' Helaughed.'Ohwell,ittakesanactresstospotdeception.Athrowback tothedaysofpracticaljokes.ItmakesmesmilewheneverIlookatit,that's whyIkeepitonmydesk.I'veneverbeenmarried,Iinventedthattaleonthe
spurofthemomentforyourbenefit.' 'Tellmeaboutit.' Heshiftedpositiontoensuregreatercomfortforbothofthem. 'TherealbridegroomwasJackMoney,averyclosefriend.Isawhedied theotherday,Iwassorryforit.We'dbeenoutoftouchforyears.Anyway,Iw ashisbestman.Whentheysentmeaprintofthewedding-groupIswitchedtheh eadsroundandsentacopytoJack.Helaughedhisheadoff,butPam,hiswife, wasnotamused.Outraged,infact.Hetoldmeshetorethethingupandthrewth epiecesinthewaste-paperbasket.' Shewould,thoughtShelagh,shewould.Ibetshedidn'tevensmile. 'Igotmyownback,though,'hesaid,movingoneoftheloavesfromunde rhishead.'Idroppedinonthemoneeveningunexpectedly.Jackwasoutatsome officialdinner.Pamreceivedmeratherungraciously,soImixedthemartinise xtrastrong,andhadarough-and-tumblewithheronthesofa.Shegiggledabit, thenpassedoutcold.Iupsetallthefurnituretolookasifacyclonehadhit thehouse,andcarriedheruptoherbedanddumpedherthere.Onherown,Ima yadd.She'dforgottenallaboutitbythemorning.' Shelaghlaybackagainsthisshoulderandstaredattheroofofthevan. 'Iknewit,'shesaid. 'Knewwhat?' 'Thatyourgenerationdidperfectlyrevoltingthings.Farworsethanus. Underyourbestfriend'sroof.Itmakesmesicktothinkofit.' 'Whatanextraordinarystatement,'hesaid,astonished.'Noonewasever thewiser,sowhatthehell?IwasdevotedtoJackMoney,althoughhedidbogm ychancesofpromotionshortlyafterwards,butforadifferentreason.Heonlya ctedaccordingtohislights.ThoughtImightputaspokeintheslowly-grinding wheelsofnavalintelligence,Ipresume,andhewasbloodyright.' NowIcan'ttellhim.It'sjustnoton.EitherIgobacktoEnglandbatt eredanddefeated,orIdon'tgoatall.He'sdeceivedmyfather,deceivedmymo ther(serveherright),deceivedtheEnglandhefoughtforforsomanyyears,ta rnishedtheuniformhewore,degradedhisrank,spendshistimenow,andhasdon eforthepasttwentyyears,tryingtosplitthiscountrywiderapartthanever, andIjustdon'tcare.Letthemwrangle.Letthemblowthemselvestopieces.Le tthewholeworldgoupinsmoke.I'llwritehimabread-and-butterletterfrom Londonsaying,'Thanksfortheride,'andsignitShelaghMoney.Orelse...or elseI'llgodownonallfourslikethelittledogwhofollowshimandleapson hislap,andbegtostaywithhimforever. 'IstartrehearsingViolainafewdays'time,'shesaid."Myfatherhad adaughterlovedaman..."' 'You'lldoitverywell.EspeciallyCesario.Concealmentlikeawormin thebudwillfeedonyourdamaskcheek.Youmaypineinthought,butIdoubtwit hagreenandyellowmelancholy.' MurphydidanotherU-turnandtheloavesrattled.HowmanymilestoLoug hTorrah?Don'tletitend. 'Thetroubleis,'shesaid,'Idon'twanttogohome.It'snothometom eanymore.NordoIcaretwostrawsfortheTheatreGroup,TwelfthNight,oran ythingelse.YoucanhaveCesario.' 'Icanindeed.' 'No...WhatImeanis,I'mwillingtochuckthestage,giveupmyEngli shstatus,burnallmybloodyboats,andcomeandthrowbombswithyou.' 'What,becomearecluse?' 'Yes,please.' 'Absurd.You'dbeyawningyourheadoffafterfivedays.''Iwouldnot. ..Iwouldnot...' 'Thinkofallthatapplauseyou'llbegettingsoon.Viola-Cesarioisac inch.Itellyouwhat.Iwon'tsendyouflowersforyouropeningnight,I'llsen dyoumyeye-shade.Youcanhangitupinyourdressing-roomtobringyouluck.' Iwanttoomuch,shethought.Iwanteverything.Iwantdayandnight,a rrowsandAgincourt,sleepingandwaking,worldwithoutend,amen.Someonewarne dheroncethatitwasfataltotellamanyoulovedhim.Theykickedyououtof
bedforthwith.PerhapsNickwouldkickheroutofMurphy'svan. 'WhatIreallywant,'shesaid,'deepdown,isstillness,safety.Thefe elingyou'dalwaysbethere.Iloveyou.IthinkImusthavelovedyouwithoutk nowingitallmylife.' 'Ah!'hesaid.'Who'sgroaningnow?' Thevandrewup,stopped.Nickcrawledforward,threwopenthedoors.Mu rphyappearedattheentrance,hisfurrowedfacewreathedinsmiles. 'IhopeIdidn'tshakeyouabouttoomuch,'hesaid.'Thesideroadsare notalltheyshouldbe,astheCommanderknows.Themainthingisthattheyoun gladyshouldhaveenjoyedherouting.' Nickjumpeddownontotheroad.MurphyputouthishandandhelpedShel aghtoalight. 'You'rewelcometocomeagain,mydear,anytimeyoulike. It'swhatItelltheEnglishtouristswhentheyvisitus.Thingsaremor elivelyherethanwhattheyareacrossthewater.' Shelaghlookedaroundher,expectingtoseethelake,andthebumpytrac knearthereedswheretheyhadleftMichaelwiththeboat.Instead,theyweres tandinginthemainstreetofBallyfane.ThevanwasparkedoutsidetheKilmore Arms.SheturnedtoNick,herface'aquestion-mark.Murphywasknockingonthe hoteldoor. 'Twentyminutes'moredrivingtime,butworthit,'saidNick.'Atleast forme,andIhopeforyouaswell.Farewellsshouldbesharpandsweet,don'ty ouagree?There'sDohertyatthedoor,socutalongin.Ihavetogetbacktoba se.' Desolationstruck.Hecouldnotmeanit.Hesurelydidnotexpectherto saygoodbyeonthesideofthestreet,withMurphyandhissonhovering,andth elandlordattheentranceofthehotel? 'Mythings,'shesaid,'mycase.They'reontheisland,inthebedroomt here.' 'Notso,'hetoldher.'OperationCbroughtthembacktotheKilmoreArm swhilewewerejunketingaboutontheborder.'Desperatelyshefoughtfortime, pridenon-existent. 'Why?'sheasked.'Why?' 'Becausethat'sthewayitis,Cesario.IsacrificethelambthatIdol ovetospitemyownravenheart,whichaltersthetextabit.' Hepushedherinfrontofhimtowardsthedoorofthehotel.'Lookafter MissBlair,Tim.Theexercisewentwell,byallaccounts.MissBlairistheonl ycasualty.' Hehadgone,andthedoorhadclosedbehindhim.MrDohertylookedathe rwithsympathy. 'TheCommanderisagreatoneforhustle.It'salwaysthesame.Iknoww hatitistobeinhiscompany,heseldomletsup.I'veputathermosofhotmil kbesideyourbed.' Helimpedupthestairsbeforeher,andthrewopenthedoorofthebedro omshehadquittedtwonightsearlier.Hersuitcasewasonthechair.Bagandma psonthedressing-table.Shemightneverhaveleftit.'Yourcarhasbeenwashe dandfilledupwithpetrol,'hecontinued.'Afriendofminehasitinhisgara ge.He'llbringitroundforyouinthemorning.Andthere'snochargeforyour stay.TheCommanderwillsettleforeverything.Justyougettobednowandhave agoodnight'srest.' Agoodnight'srest....Alongnight'smelancholy.Comeaway,comeaway, death,andinsadcypressletmebelaid.Shethrewopenthewindowandlooked outuponthestreet.Drawncurtainsandblinds,shutteredwindows.Theblack-and -whitecatmewingfromthegutteropposite.Nolake,nomoonlight. 'Thetroublewithyouis,Jinnie,youwon'tgrowup.Youliveinadream worldthatdoesn'texist.That'swhyyouoptedforthestage.'Herfather'svoi ce,indulgentbutfirm.'Oneofthesedays,'headded,'you'llcometowithash ock.' Itwasraininginthemorning,misty,grey.Better,perhaps,likethis, shethought,thangoldenbrightlikeyesterday.BettertogooffinthehiredAu
stinwithwindscreenwipersslashingfromsidetoside,andthenwithluckImig htskidandcrashinaditch,becarriedtohospital,becomedelirious,clamour forhimtocome.Nickkneelingatthebedside,holdingherhandandsaying,'All myfault,Ishouldneverhavesentyouaway.' Thelittlemaidwaswaitingforherinthedining-room.Friedegg-and-ba con.Apotoftea.Thecat,comeinfromthegutter,purredatherfeet.Perhaps thetelephonewouldring,andamessagewouldflashfromtheislandbeforeshe left.'OperationDputintoeffect.Theboatiswaitingforyou.'Possibly,ifs hehoveredaboutinthehall,somethingwouldhappen.Murphywouldappearinhis van,oreventhepostmasterO'Reillywithafewwordsscribbledonapieceofp aper.Herluggagewasdown,though,andtheAustinwasinthestreetoutside.Mr Dohertywaswaitingtosaygoodbye. 'IhopeIshallhavethepleasure,'hesaid,'ofwelcomingyoutoBallyf aneagain.You'denjoythefishing.' WhenshecametothesignpostpointingtoLakeTorrahshestoppedtheca randwalkeddownthemuddiedtrackinthepouringrain.Oneneverknew,theboa tmightbethere.Shecametotheendofthetrackandstoodthereamoment,loo kingoutacrossthelake.Itwasshroudeddeepinmist.Shecouldbarelyseethe outlineoftheisland.Aheronrosefromthereedsandflappeditswayoverthe water.Icouldtakeoffallmythingsandswim,shethought.Icouldjustabout makeit,exhausted,almostdrowned,andstaggerthroughthewoodstothehouse andfallathisfeetontheverandah.'Bob,comequick!It'sMissBlair.Ithink she'sdying...' Sheturned,walkedbackupthetrackandgotintothecar.Startedthee ngine,andthewindscreenwipersbeganthrashingtoandfro. WhenthatIwasandalittletinyboy, Withhey,ho,thewindandtherain, Afoolishthingwasbutatoy, Fortherainitrainetheveryday. ItwasstillrainingwhenshearrivedatDublinairport.Firstshehadt ogetridofthecar,thenbookaseatonthefirstavailable'planetoLondon. Shedidnothavelongtowaittherewasaflighttakingoffwithinthenexthalf -hour.Shesatinthedepartureloungewithhereyesfixedonthedoorleadingb acktothereceptionhall,forevennowamiraclemighttakeplace,thedoorswi ngopen,alankyfigurestandthere,hatless,blackpatchoverhislefteye.He wouldbrushpastofficials,comestraighttowardsher.'Nomorepracticaljokes. Thatwasthelast.ComebackwithmetoLambIslandrightaway.' Herflightwascalled,andShelaghshuffledthroughwiththerest,here yessearchingherfellow-travellers.Walkingacrossthetarmacsheturnedtosta reatthespectatorswavinggoodbye.Someonetallinamackintoshheldahandker chiefinhishand.Nothim-hestoopedtopickupachild....Meninovercoatsta kingoffhats,puttingdispatch-casesontherackoverhead,anyoneofthemcoul dhavebeen,wasnot,Nick.Supposing,asshefastenedhersafety-belt,ahandc ameoutfromtheseatinfrontofher,ontheaisle,andsherecognisedthesign et-ringonthelittlefinger?Whatifthemanhumpedthereintheveryfrontsea tshecouldjustseethetopofhisslightlybaldingheadshouldsuddenlyturn, blackpatchforemost,andstareinherdirection,thenbreakintoasmile? 'Pardon.' Alatecomersqueezedinbesideher,treadingonhertoes.Sheflashedhi malook.Blacksquashhat,spottyfaced,pale,thefagendofacigarbetweenh islips.Somewoman,somewhere,hadloved,wouldlove,thisunhealthybrute.Her stomachturned.Heopenedanewspaperwide,jerkingherelbow.Headlinesglared . 'ExplosionsAcrosstheBorder.AreThereMoretoCome?' Asecretglowofsatisfactionwarmedher.Plentymore,shethought,and goodlucktothem.Isawit,Iwasthere,Iwaspartoftheshow.Thisidiotsit tingbesidemedoesn'tknow. LondonAirport.Customscheck.'Haveyoubeenonholiday,andforhowlo ng?'Wasitherimagination,ordidtheCustomsOfficergiveheraparticularly
searchingglance?Hechalkedhercaseandturnedtothenextinline. Carsshotpastthebusasitlumberedthroughthetraffictothetermina l.Aircraftroaredoverhead,takingotherpeopleawayandoutofit.Menandwom enwithdrab,tiredexpressionswaitedonpavementsforredtochangetogreen. Shelaghwasgoingbacktoschoolwithavengeance.Nottopeeratthenoticeboa rdinthedraughtyassembly-hall,shouldertoshoulderwithgigglingcompanions, buttoexamineanotherboard,verysimilar,hangingonthewallbesidethestag edoor.Not,'HaveIreallygottosharearoomwithKatieMatthewsthisterm?I t'stoofranticforwords',andsmilingfalsely,'Hullo,Katie,yes,wonderfulh ols,super',butwanderinginsteadintothatratherpokycubby-holetheycalled thedressing-roomatthebottomofthestairs,andfindingthatinfuriatingOlga Bretthoggingthemirror,usingShelagh'soroneoftheothergirls'lipsticki nsteadofherown,anddrawling,'Hullo,darling,you'relateforrehearsal,Ada mistearinghishairoutinhandfuls.Butliterally...' UselesstoringuphomefromtheairterminalandaskMrsWarrenthegar dener'swifetomakeupherbed.Homewasbarren,empty,withoutherfather.Hau nted,too,histhingsuntouched,hisbooksonthebedsidetable.Amemory,asha dow,notthelivingpresence.Bettergostraighttotheflat,likeadogtoafa miliarkennelsmellingonlyofitsownstraw,untouchedbyitsmaster'shands. ShelaghwasnotlateatthefirstrehearsalontheMondaymorning,shew asearly. 'Anylettersforme?' 'Yes,MissBlair,apostcard.' Onlyapostcard?Shesnatcheditup.ItwasfromhermotheratCapd'Ail .'Weatherwonderful.Feelingsomuchbetter,reallyrested.Hopeyouaretoo,d arling,andthatyouhadanicelittletripinyourcarwhereveritwas.Don'te xhaustyourselfrehearsing.AuntBellasendsherloveandsodoReggieandMayH illsborough,whoarehereontheiryachtatMonteCarlo.YourlovingMum.'(Regg iewasthefifthViscountHillsborough.) Shelaghdroppedthepostcardintoawaste-paperbasketandwentdownon tothestagetomeetthegroup.Aweek,tendays,afortnight,nothingcame.She hadgivenuphope.Shewouldneverhearfromhim.Thetheatremusttakeover,b ecomemeatanddrink,loveandsustenance.ShewasneitherShelaghnorJinnie,s hewasViola-Cesario,andmustmove,think,dreamincharacter.Herewasheronl ycure,stampoutallelse.ShetriedtogetRadioEireonhertransistorbutit didnotsucceed.ThevoiceoftheannouncermighthavesoundedlikeMichael's, likeMurphy's,androusedsomesortoffeelingotherthanatotalvoid.Soonwi ththedamnedmotley,anddrowndespair. Olivia.WheregoesCesario? Viola.AfterhimIlove, MorethanIlovetheseeyes,morethanmylife... AdamVane,crouchinglikeablackcatatthesideofthestage,hishorn -rimmedglassesbalancedonhisstragglinghair,'Don'tpause,dear,that'svery good,verygoodindeed.' Onthedayofthedressrehearsalshelefttheflatingoodtime,pickin gupataxienrouteforthetheatre.TherewasajamatthecornerofBelgrave Square,carshooting,peoplehangingaboutonthepavement,mountedpolicemen.S helaghopenedtheglasspanelbetweenherselfandthedriver. 'What'sgoingon?'sheasked.'I'minahurry,Ican'taffordtobelate .' Hegrinnedbackatheroverhisshoulder.'Demonstration,'hesaid,'out sidetheIrishEmbassy.Didn'tyouheartheoneo'clocknews?Moreexplosionson theborder.Itlooksasifit'sbroughttheLondon-Ulstercrowdoutinforce.T heymusthavebeenthrowingstonesattheembassywindows.' Fools,shethought.Wastingtheirtime.Goodjobifthemountedpolicer idethemdown.Sheneverlistenedtotheoneo'clocknews,andshehadn'teveng lancedatthemorningpaper.Explosionsontheborder,NickintheControlRoom, theyoungmanwiththeheadphonesoverhisears,Murphyinthevan,andI'mher einataxidrivingtomyownshow,myownfireworks,andafterit'sovermyfri
endswillcrowdroundmesaying,'Wonderful,darling,wonderful!' Thehold-uphadputhertimingout.Shearrivedatthetheatretofindt heatmosphereamixtureofexcitement,confusion,last-minutepanic.Nevermind, shecouldcope.HerfirstsceneasViolaover,shetorebacktothedressing-ro omtochangetoCesario.'Oh,getout,can'tyou?Iwanttheplacetomyself.'T hat'sbetter,shethought,nowI'mincontrol.I'mthebossaroundthisplace,o rverysoonwillbe.OffwithViola'swig,abrushtoherownshorthair.Onwit hthebreeches,onwiththehose.Capesetonmyshoulders.Daggerinmybelt.T henatapatthedoor.Whatthehellnow? 'Whoisit?'shecalled. 'Apacketforyou,MissBlair.It'scomeexpress.' 'Oh,throwitdown.' Lastminutetouchtoeyes,thenstandback,takealastlook,you'lldo, you'lldo.They'llallbeshoutingtheirheadsofftomorrownight.Sheglanced awayfromthemirror,downtothepacketonthetable.Asquare-shapedenvelope. Itborethepost-markEire.Herheartturnedover.Shestoodthereamomenthol dingitinherhands,thentoretheenvelopeopen.Aletterfellout,andsometh inghard,betweencardboard.Sheseizedtheletterfirst. DearJinnie, I'mofftotheU.S.inthemorningtoseeapublisherwhohasfinallysh owninterestinmyscholarlyworks,stonecircles,ringforts,EarlyBronzeAge inIreland,etc.,etc.,butIspareyou...Ishallprobablybeawayforsomemo nths,andyoucanreadinyourglossymagazinesaboutaone-timereclusespoutin ghisheadoffinuniversitiestotheAmericanyoung.Inpointoffactitsuits mewelltobeoutofthecountryforawhile,whatwithonethingandanother,a stheysay. Ihavebeenburningsomeofmypapersbeforeleaving,andcameacrossth eenclosedphotographamongstapileofjunkinthebottomdrawerofmydesk.I thoughtitmightamuseyou.YoumayrememberItoldyouthatfirsteveningyour emindedmeofsomeone.Iseenowthatitwasmyself!TwelfthNightwasthebond. Goodluck,Cesario,andhappyscalping. Love,Nick. AmericaFromherviewpointitmightjustaswellbeMars.Shetookthep hotographoutofitscardboardcoversandlookedatit,frowning.Anotherpracti caljoke?ButshehadneverhadaphotographtakenofherselfasViola-Cesario, sohowcouldhehavepossiblyfakedthis?Hadhesnappedherwhenshewasn'tawa reofit,thenplacedtheheadonothershoulders?Impossible.Sheturneditove r.Hehadwrittenacrosstheback,'NickBarryasCesarioinTwelfthNight.Dart mouth.1929.' Shelookedatthephotographagain.Hernose,herchin,thecockyexpres sion,headtip-tiltedintheair.Eventhestance,handonhip.Thethickcroppe dhair.Suddenlyshewasnotstandinginthedressing-roomatallbutinherfat her'sbedroom,besidethewindow,andsheheardhimmove,andsheturnedtolook athim.Hewasstaringather,anexpressionofhorroranddisbeliefuponhisf ace.Itwasnotaccusationshehadreadinhiseyes,butrecognition.Hehadawa kenedfromnonightmare,butfromadreamthathadlastedtwentyyears.Dying,h ediscoveredtruth. Theywereknockingatthedooragain.'CurtaincomingdownonSceneThre einfourminutes'time,MissBlair.' Shewaslyinginthevan,hisarmsaroundher.'Pamgiggledabit,then passedoutcold.She'dforgottenallaboutitbythemorning.' Shelaghraisedhereyesfromthephotographshewasholdinginherhand andstaredatherselfinthemirror. 'Ohno...'shesaid.'Oh,Nick...OhmyGod!' Thenshetookthedaggerfromherbeltandstabbeditthroughthefaceo ftheboyinthephotograph,rippingitapart,throwingthepiecesintothewast e-paperbasket.AndwhenshewentbackontothestageitwasnotfromtheDuke' spalaceinIllyriathatshesawherselfmovinghenceforth,withpaintedbackclo thbehindherandpaintedboardsbeneathherfeet,butoutintoastreet,anyst reet,wheretherewerewindowstobesmashedandhousestoburn,andstonesand