Dark Moonless Night. Anne Mather

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      By the time David and Miranda appeared, Caroline had found cups and a teapot, set them on a tray, and was on her way back to Elizabeth’s room. Making as little noise as possible, she opened Elizabeth’s bedroom door, but then saw that her employer was awake.

      Elizabeth lay on her back, the mosquito net thrust aside, staring broodingly up at the fly-marked ceiling above her head. When Caroline entered, her eyes turned in her direction and widened appreciatively when she saw the tray of tea. Struggling up on her pillows, she patted the bed beside her, and Caroline went forward and put down the tray, bending to pour tea for both of them.

      David and Miranda hovered near the doorway. They knew better than to come bounding into their mother’s bedroom without first ascertaining what kind of mood she was in, and although she was sipping her tea with evident enjoyment, Elizabeth did not look particularly happy.

      ‘Charles has gone,’ she remarked unnecessarily. ‘He must have woken the children as well as me before he left, because there’s been the most ghastly racket coming from their bedroom ever since.’

      Caroline glanced at the children, still hesitating beside the door, and took pity on them. She felt like asking why, if Elizabeth had heard Miranda screaming, she hadn’t gone to see what was the matter with her. Had she no maternal instincts whatsoever? But she decided against creating any more friction, and said instead:

      ‘A lizard frightened Miranda, that was all. It ran away when I went in to them.’

      ‘I see.’ Elizabeth looked rather warily about the room as though expecting to find the unwelcome visitor in her room now, and then looked at her son and daughter. ‘Well, come on in, if you’re coming, can’t you?’ she cried irritably. ‘You know I can’t stand people who won’t make up their minds what they’re going to do!’

      Miranda moved slowly over to her mother’s bed. ‘It was the most ‘normous lizard, Mummy,’ she began, and then paused as David snorted derisively.

      ‘It was not!’ he declared. ‘It was a harmless little thing, Caroline said so.’

      ‘Yes, well, that’s enough about the lizard,’ said Caroline sharply. ‘Miranda had a fright. But she’s over it now.’

      ‘I was very scared,’ went on Miranda, clearly intent on deriving the maximum amount of sympathy from the incident, but Elizabeth wasn’t listening to her.

      ‘Charles said he’ll be back as soon as he can,’ she was explaining to Caroline. ‘And in the meantime we’re to have breakfast and look around.’ She shuddered. ‘Although what he expects us to look around at I can’t imagine.’

      ‘Oh, but there’s lots to see,’ replied Caroline, trying to arouse her enthusiasm. ‘It’s a wonderful morning, not too hot yet, and I’ve already seen the most beautiful tree in the garden opposite.’

      ‘How exciting!’ Elizabeth was sarcastic. ‘Caroline, I’m beginning to wonder what kind of fool I’ve been in coming here! I mean—well, back home in England it all sounded quite easy—a holiday almost. But what kind of a holiday can anyone have when there’s no hot water, hardly any bathing facilities, a houseboy who hasn’t the first idea how to cook food, and no distinguishable sign of civilisation!’

      ‘Try and look on it as an adventure,’ said Caroline. ‘After all, what’s the point of coming to Africa and expecting it to be like an extension of England? It’s not. There are no similarities, not in climate, or vegetation, or culture. You’ve got to take what there is and, for want of a better phrase, make the best of it.’ She sighed. ‘Oh, I know that sounds trite, but honestly, Elizabeth, there are more things in life than hot water and well-cooked food!’

      Elizabeth’s lips twisted. ‘What a pity you’re not Charles’s wife, instead of me,’ she remarked. ‘The battle would have been won without a single shot being fired!’

      Caroline bent her head. ‘Why does there have to be a battle, Elizabeth? Heavens, Charles works here because he has to, because it’s his way of providing for you and the children. The least you can do is try and see it his way. How would you have felt if Charles had come home on leave, turned his nose up at the meal you’d provided and then stormed off to bed like a child in a tantrum?’

      ‘I think you’ve said enough, Caroline.’ Elizabeth was beginning to look aloof, and Caroline realised she had gone too far. All the same, someone had to talk some sense into her, or she was going to make these six weeks purgatory for all of them.

      ‘I’m only trying to make you see his side of things, Elizabeth,’ she added quietly.

      Elizabeth looked at her bent head, and then her expression softened. ‘Oh, yes, I suppose you are,’ she conceded at last. ‘But I’m not like you, Caroline. I can’t stand too much heat—or too much physical discomfort of any kind. I just go to pieces. My nerves simply won’t support me.’

      Caroline looked at her. ‘We could all be a little like that,’ she observed dryly. ‘You don’t suppose any of us are going to find it easy, do you? No. It’s just that—well, at least keep an open mind. Don’t prejudge everything. I think you might find there are compensations.’ She hesitated. ‘Surely it’s good to be with Charles again?’

      Elizabeth allowed a small smile to curve her lips. ‘Oh, yes, I suppose that’s true. All right, Caroline, I’ll try and not show my feelings too blatantly, but don’t expect miracles.’

      Caroline smiled, ‘I won’t.’

      By the time she had carried the tray back to the kitchen, washed in more of the tepid brown water in her bedroom, and dressed in a scarlet shirt and navy shorts, Thomas had arrived to make breakfast. He greeted her with his usual good humour, obviously finding the sight of her long slender legs much to his liking.

      Caroline left him to go and attend to the children. While they washed and cleaned their teeth she sorted through their clothes, putting most of their things away in a cedar-lined chest, similar to the one in her room. Then they dressed in tee-shirts and shorts, too, omitting their vests which had been a necessary item in April in London, but were superfluous here.

      Breakfast comprised of rolls and fruit, very like what they had had the morning before in Ashenghi, and the coffee was every bit as good. Elizabeth had joined them, albeit in her dressing gown, and seemed to appreciate the simple meal. She drank several cups of strong black coffee with the cigarette she always enjoyed at this hour and looked more inclined to be affable afterwards. But when Caroline suggested that they might all take a walk later on, she shook her head vigorously.

      ‘Not me, darling. I’m not dressed yet. But you three go, by all means. I’ll be fine here. I’m going to ask Thomas whether I might take a shower, and then I’ll accustom myself to my surroundings before Charles gets back. I might even supervise the cooking of our lunch.’

      Caroline looked at the children’s expectant faces and nodded. ‘All right, we’ll go. Perhaps it would be best anyway, just in case Charles returns while we’re out.’

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