As Meat Loves Salt. Maria McCann

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СКАЧАТЬ would not admit that her being my wife changed the case. He had already expressed himself more than once on this subject, and said no man might force a woman, no not his wife, for that it took away her bodily dignity. Whenever he talked of it he clenched his fists and jaw, and I at first concluded he must have witnessed many instances among the soldiery; yet when I asked him he said it was a thing, thank God, that he had never seen for himself.

      ‘We may pass near your Master’s house,’ he suddenly cried. ‘Who knows, they may demand free quarter there.’

      I had told Ferris where Beaurepair lay, and he had frighted me most cruelly by letting me know that the army was headed back in that direction.

      ‘I can never go back.’

      ‘You have a new name, Prince Rupert, a new round head and a beard coming.’

      ‘I can’t disguise my height.’

      ‘You’re not the only tall man in England. I’ll shave your head for you the night before.’

      ‘Christ preserve me.’ I felt my guts coiling at the idea of entering the grounds.

      Ferris said soothingly, ‘Most likely they’ll quarter us elsewhere.’ I thought of Mister Biggin’s household, which was worse still. He went on, ‘That means sending Fat Tommy over at night to find out.’ Fat Tommy was a living skeleton who could walk as fast as some people could run. ‘He can go as a beggar; you’ll give him a day’s bread and beer.’

      ‘This is building castles in Spain.’

      ‘What else should a man do on march? Come, to whom shall we send him?’

      ‘Zeb’s great friend was Peter. A manservant.’

      ‘And your sir-name?’

      ‘Cullen. My brothers, Isaiah and Zebedee.’ It was a knell on my tongue. ‘And—’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘Nothing.’ I could not unpack the stinking wound that was Caro, not yet. ‘I need to know what the master did to Izzy, and whether they caught them—’

      ‘Them? You said Isaiah was left at home?’

      ‘Him, I mean. Zeb. Will Tommy remember all this?’

      ‘Oh yes,’ said Ferris. He fixed me with his eyes. ‘Tommy’s story will be as good as your own.’

      There was a little coolness in him after this speech, but we got over it as we got over many awkward moments. He did not like my trying to deceive him, but he could also see that I was in travail with myself. As we drew near my own country I grew almost possessed: I had difficulty breathing, my head ached, and the ration, poor and plain as it was, would not lie quiet in my belly. At last, as the sun was sinking, I recognised a mound known to the folk around Beaurepair as Mulberry Hill. It was on Walshe’s land. We had been approaching for some time before I knew the place, for I had only once before seen it from that side. The recognition hit as hard as seeing the gallows, with the noose knotted up for me and dangling ready.

      ‘What ails you, Rupe?’ someone called.

      I was reeling as if drunk.

      ‘Devil’s in him,’ came a voice from behind.

      ‘Got the staggers,’ Ferris said over his shoulder. After a few minutes he whispered to me, ‘Well?’

      ‘That hill. One lives there who hates me, who’d burn me alive.’

      ‘Burn you alive? Burn?’ He stared at me.

      ‘Burn, hang – anything cruel.’

      ‘Ah,’ Ferris murmured. ‘Courage, he won’t get the chance. Who is this mighty hater?’

      ‘A man – there’s a woman too.’

      ‘Do they have names?’

      I was silent. We trudged onwards, and I managed to straighten up.

      ‘I’ll shave your head tonight,’ he said after a while.

      ‘Thank you.’ I wanted badly that he should understand me, at least a little, and went on, ‘Do you remember saying that some men warm themselves at others’ sins?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Well—’ I had made an ill start, but as usual could not leave it alone. ‘It was you told me about them. And I find there are others, who may be soiled and hurt by another’s sins. I cannot always speak freely of myself to you. I would not infect you.’

      ‘O, you fear my emulation? You think you’re the first sinner I have met with?’ He laughed. ‘I do recall now our talk of men and sins. You were asking me about Naseby-Fight! Do you not think that might have infected me?’

      ‘Yes of course, you have seen – things – but my own acts give me bad dreams. I would not give such dreams to you.’

      ‘I’ve plenty of my own.’

      ‘You said you were afraid of me sometimes.’

      ‘Mostly when you talk like this. Confess, have you burnt a village in their beds?’

      I rolled my eyes at him.

      ‘Well, that’s the way you get me thinking. You suffer from pride, Rupert. I wager you think God can’t forgive you.’

      ‘I did think so. But not now he has sent me such a friend.’

      This pacified him somewhat. It was getting dark, and soon we struck camp. He was as good as his word, heating a bowl of water over the fire and shaving my head with surprising deftness, his hand firm on the back of my neck. I watched his face and saw there absolute concentration,the absorption of a craftsman, as he passed the razor over my skin. The blade being coarse, he could not help nicking me in places, and each time he did so he frowned.

      ‘You would make a good barber,’ I said when he was done, fingering my shorn scalp.

      The firelight showed me that he was smiling, whether at my gratitude or at my strange new looks I could not tell.

      ‘This puts me in mind of old times,’ I went on. ‘The servants out on a fine evening and the work mostly done. Sitting with my brothers. We were reading pamphlets,’ and despite everything I warmed at the memory. ‘About God’s commonwealth in England. Zeb and Peter had tobacco and we took it in turns to read aloud. We would go down behind the stables and hide from the steward, and the maidservants would come too, if they could. I affected one of them, Caroline.’ I hoped that in the darkness he would not see how her name made me wince.

      ‘What were your pamphlets?’ Ferris asked eagerly. ‘Not stuff your master would like?’

      ‘Not a whit! We had All Men Brothers and Of Kingly Power and Its Putting Down and some others, bits and pieces. I was rapt with them.’

      ‘Could you all read?’

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