The Rainbow-虹(英文版)-第58部分

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making　him　a　cake。　She　felt　that　it　would　not　be　in　good　taste
for　her　to　give　him　a　present。

Their　correspondence　was　brief；　mostly　an　exchange　of
postcards；　not　at　all　frequent。　But　with　her　cake　she　must　send
him　a　letter。

〃Dear　Anton。　The　sunshine　has　e　back　specially　for　your
birthday；　I　think。　I　made　the　cake　myself；　and　wish　you　many
happy　returns　of　the　day。　Don't　eat　it　if　it　is　not　good。　Mother
hopes　you　will　e　and　see　us　when　you　are　near　enough。

　〃I　am

　〃Your　Sincere　Friend；

　〃Ursula　Brangwen。〃

It　bored　her　to　write　a　letter　even　to　him。　After　all；
writing　words　on　paper　had　nothing　to　do　with　him　and　her。

The　fine　weather　had　set　in；　the　cutting　machine　went　on　from
dawn　till　sunset；　chattering　round　the　fields。　She　heard　from
Skrebensky；　he　too　was　on　duty　in　the　country；　on　Salisbury
Plain。　He　was　now　a　second　lieutenant　in　a　Field　Troop。　He　would
have　a　few　days　off　shortly；　and　would　e　to　the　Marsh　for　the
wedding。

Fred　Brangwen　was　going　to　marry　a　schoolmistress　out　of
Ilkeston　as　soon　as　cornharvest　was　at　an　end。

The　dim　blueandgold　of　a　hot；　sweet　autumn　saw　the　close　of
the　cornharvest。　To　Ursula；　it　was　as　if　the　world　had　opened
its　softest　purest　flower；　its　chicory　flower；　its　meadow
saffron。　The　sky　was　blue　and　sweet；　the　yellow　leaves　down　the
lane　seemed　like　free；　wandering　flowers　as　they　chittered　round
the　feet；　making　a　keen；　poignant；　almost　unbearable　music　to
her　heart。　And　the　scents　of　autumn　were　like　a　summer　madness
to　her。　She　fled　away　from　the　little；　purplered
buttonchrysanthemums　like　a　frightened　dryad；　the　bright　yellow
little　chrysanthemums　smelled　so　strong；　her　feet　seemed　to
dither　in　a　drunken　dance。

Then　her　Uncle　Tom　appeared；　always　like　the　cynical　Bacchus
in　the　picture。　He　would　have　a　jolly　wedding；　a　harvest　supper
and　a　wedding　feast　in　one：　a　tent　in　the　home　close；　and　a　band
for　dancing；　and　a　great　feast　out　of　doors。

Fred　demurred；　but　Tom　must　be　satisfied。　Also　Laura；　a
handsome；　clever　girl；　the　bride；　she　also　must　have　a　great　and
jolly　feast。　It　appealed　to　her　educated　sense。　She　had　been　to
Salisbury　Training　College；　knew　folksongs　and
morrisdancing。

So　the　preparations　were　begun；　directed　by　Tom　Brangwen。　A
marquee　was　set　up　on　the　home　close；　two　large　bonfires　were
prepared。　Musicians　were　hired；　feast　made　ready。

Skrebensky　was　to　e；　arriving　in　the　morning。　Ursula　had　a
new　white　dress　of　soft　crepe；　and　a　white　hat。　She　liked　to
wear　white。　With　her　black　hair　and　clear　golden　skin；　she
looked　southern；　or　rather　tropical；　like　a　Creole。　She　wore　no
colour　whatsoever。

She　trembled　that　day　as　she　appeared　to　go　down　to　the
wedding。　She　was　to　be　a　bridesmaid。　Skrebensky　would　not　arrive
till　afternoon。　The　wedding　was　at　two　o'clock。

As　the　weddingparty　returned　home；　Skrebensky　stood　in　the
parlour　at　the　Marsh。　Through　the　window　he　saw　Tom　Brangwen；
who　was　best　man；　ing　up　the　garden　path　most　elegant　in
cutaway　coat　and　white　slip　and　spats；　with　Ursula　laughing　on
his　arm。　Tom　Brangwen　was　handsome；　with　his　womanish　colouring
and　dark　eyes　and　black　closecut　moustache。　But　there　was
something　subtly　coarse　and　suggestive　about　him　for　all　his
beauty；　his　strange；　bestial　nostrils　opened　so　hard　and　wide；
and　his　wellshaped　head　almost　disquieting　in　its　nakedness；
rather　bald　from　the　front；　and　all　its　soft　fulness
betrayed。

Skrebensky　saw　the　man　rather　than　the　woman。　She　saw　only
the　slender；　unchangeable　youth　waiting　there　inscrutable；　like
her　fate。　He　was　beyond　her；　with　his　loose；　slightly　horsey
appearance；　that　made　him　seem　very　manly　and　foreign。　Yet　his
face　was　smooth　and　soft　and　impressionable。　She　shook　hands
with　him；　and　her　voice　was　like　the　rousing　of　a　bird　startled
by　the　dawn。

〃Isn't　it　nice；〃　she　cried；　〃to　have　a　wedding？〃

There　were　bits　of　coloured　confetti　lodged　on　her　dark
hair。

Again　the　confusion　came　over　him；　as　if　he　were　losing
himself　and　being　all　vague；　undefined；　inchoate。　Yet　he
wanted　to　be　hard；　manly；　horsey。　And　he　followed　her。

There　was　a　light　tea；　and　the　guests　scattered。　The　real
feast　was　for　the　evening。　Ursula　walked　out　with　Skrebensky
through　the　stackyard　to　the　fields；　and　up　the　embankment　to
the　canalside。

The　new　cornstacks　were　big　and　golden　as　they　went　by；　an
army　of　white　geese　marched　aside　in　braggart　protest。　Ursula
was　light　as　a　white　ball　of　down。　Skrebensky　drifted　beside
her；　indefinite；　his　old　from　loosened；　and　another　self；　grey；
vague；　drifting　out　as　from　a　bud。　They　talked　lightly；　of
nothing。

The　blue　way　of　the　canal　wound　softly　between　the　autumn
hedges；　on　towards　the　greenness　of　a　small　hill。　On　the　left
was　the　whole　black　agitation　of　colliery　and　railway　and　the
town　which　rose　on　its　hill；　the　church　tower　topping　all。　The
round　white　dot　of　the　clock　on　the　tower　was　distinct　in　the
evening　light。

That　way；　Ursula　felt；　was　the　way　to　London；　through　the
grim；　alluring　seethe　of　the　town。　On　the　other　hand　was　the
evening；　mellow　over　the　green　watermeadows　and　the　winding
alder　trees　beside　the　river；　and　the　pale　stretches　of　stubble
beyond。　There　the　evening　glowed　softly；　and　even　a　peewit　was
flapping　in　solitude　and　peace。

Ursula　and　Anton　Skrebensky　walked　along　the　ridge　of　the
canal　between。　The　berries　on　the　hedges　were　crimson　and　bright
red；　above　the　leaves。　The　glow　of　evening　and　the　wheeling　of
the　solitary　peewit　and　the　faint　cry　of　the　birds　came　to　meet
the　shuffling　noise　of　the　pits；　the　dark；　fuming　stress　of　the
town　opposite；　and　they　two　walked　the　blue　strip　of　waterway；
the　ribbon　of　sky　between。

He　was　looking；　Ursula　thought；　very　beautiful；　because　of　a
flush　of　sunburn　on　his　hands　and　face。　He　was　telling　her　how
he　had　learned　to　shoe　horses　and　select　cattle　fit　for
killing。

〃Do　you　like　to　be　a　soldier？〃　she　asked。

〃I　am　not　exactly　a　soldier；〃　he　replied。

〃But　you　only　do　things　for　wars；〃　she　said。

〃Yes。〃

〃Would　you　like　to　go　to　war？〃

〃I？　Well；　it　would　be　exciting。　If　there　were　a　war　I　would
want　to　go。〃

A　strange；　distracted　feeling　came　over　her；　a　sense　of
potent　unrealities。

〃Why　would　you　want　to　go？〃

〃I　should　be　doing　something；　it　would　be　genuine。　It's　a
sort　of　toylife　as　it　is。〃

〃But　what　would　you　be　doing　if　you　went　to　war？〃

〃I　would　be　making　railways　or　bridges；　working　like　a
nigger。〃

〃But　you'd　only　make　them　to　be　pulled　down　again　when　the
armies　had　done　with　them。　It　seems　just　as　much　a　game。〃

〃If　you　call　war　a　game。〃

〃What　is　it？〃

〃It's　about　the　most　serious　business　there　is；
fighting。〃

A　sense　of　hard　separateness　came　over　her。

〃Why　is　fighting　more　serious　than　anything　else？〃　she
asked。

〃You　either　kill　or　get　killedand　I　suppose　it　is
serious　enough；　killing。〃

〃But　when　you're　dead　you　don't　matter　any　more；〃　she
said。

He　was　silenced　for　a　moment。

〃But　the　result　matters；〃　he　said。　〃It　matters　whether　we
settle　the　Mahdi　or　not。〃

〃Not　to　younor　mewe　don't　care　about
Khartoum。〃

〃You　want　to　have　room　to　live　in：　and　somebody　has　to　make
room。〃

〃But　I　don't　want　to　live　in　the　desert　of　Saharado
you？〃　she　replied；　laughing　with　antagonism。

〃I　don'tbut　we've　got　to　back　up　those　who　do。

〃Why　have　we？〃

〃Where　is　the　nation　if　we　don't？〃

〃But　we　aren't　the　nation。　There　are　heaps　of　other　people
who　are　the　nation。〃

〃They　might　say　they　weren't　either。〃

〃Well；　if　everybody　said　it；　there　wouldn't　be　a　nation。　But
I　should　still　be　myself；〃　she　asserted　brilliantly。

〃You　wouldn't　be　yourself　if　there　were　no　nation。〃

〃Why　not？〃

〃Because　you'd　just　be　a　prey　to　everybody　and　anybody。〃

〃How　a　prey？〃

〃They'd　e　and　take　everything　you'd　got。〃

〃Well；　they　couldn't　take　much　even　then。　I　don't　care　what
they　take。　I'd　rather　have　a　robber　who　carried　me　off　than　a
millionaire　who　gave　me　everything　you　can　buy。〃

〃That's　because　you　are　a　romanticist。〃

〃Yes；　I　am。　I　want　to　be　romantic。　I　hate　houses　that　never
go　away；　and　people　just　living　in　the　houses。　It's　all　so　stiff
and　stupid。　I　hate　soldiers；　they　are　stiff　and　wooden。　What　do
you　fight　for；　really？〃

〃I　would　fight　for　the　nation。〃

〃For　all　that；　you　aren't　the　nation。　What　would　you　do　for
yourself？〃

〃I　belong　to　the　nation　and　must　do　my　duty　by　the
nation。〃

〃But　when　it　didn't　need　your　services　in
particularwhen　there　is　no　fighting？　What　would　you　do
then？〃

He　was　irritated。

〃I　would　do　what　everybody　else　does。〃

〃What？〃

〃Nothing。　I　would　be　in　readiness　for　when　I　was　needed。〃

The　answer　came　in　exasperation。

〃It　seems　to　me；〃　she　answered；　〃as　if　you　weren't
anybodyas　if　there　weren't　anybody　there；　where　you　are。
Are　you　anybody；　really？　You　seem　like　nothing　to　me。〃

They　had　walked　till　they　had　reached　a　wharf；　just　above　a
lock。　There　an　empty　barge；　painted　with　a　red　and　yellow　cabin
hood；　but　with　a　long；　coalblack　hold；　was　lying　moored。　A　man；
lean　and　grimy；　was　sitting　on　a　box　against　the　cabinside　by
the　door；　smoking；　and　nursing　a　baby　that　was　wrapped　in　a　drab
shawl；　and　looking　into　the　glow　of　evening。　A　woman　bustled
out；　sent　a　pail　dashing　into　the　canal；　drew　her　water；　and
bustled　in　again。　Children's　voices　were　heard。　A　thin　blue
smoke　ascended　from　the　cabin　chimney；　there　was　a　smell　of
cooking。

Ursula；　white　as　a　moth；　lingered　to　look。　Skrebensky
lingered　by　her。　The　man　glanced　up。

〃Good　evening；〃　he　called；　half　impudent；　half　attracted。　He
had　blue　eyes　which　glanced　impudently　from　his　grimy　face。

〃Good　evening；〃　said　Ursula；　delighted。　〃Isn't　it
nice　now？〃

〃Ay；〃　said　the　man；　〃very　nice。〃

His　mouth　was　red　under　his　ragged；　sandy　moustache。　His
teeth　were　white　as　he　laughed。

〃Oh；　but〃　stammered　Ursula；　laughing；　〃it　is。　Why　do
you　say　it　as　if　it　weren't？〃

〃'Appen　for　them　as　is　childtnursin'　it's　none　so　rosy。〃

〃May　I　look　inside　your　barge？〃　asked　Ursula。

〃There's　nobody'll　stop　you；　you　e　if　you　like。〃

The　barge　lay　at　the　opposite　bank；　at　the　wharf。　It　was　the
Annabel；　belonging　to　J。　Ruth　of　Loughborough。　The　man
watched　Ursula　closely　from　his　keen；　twinkling　eyes。　His　fair
hair　was　wispy　on　his　grimed　forehead。　Two　dirty　children
appeared　to　see　who　was　talking。

Ursula　glanced　at　the　great　lock　gates。　They　were　shut；　and
the　water　was　sounding；　spurting　and　trickling　down　in　the　gloom
beyond。　On　this　side　the　bright　water　was　almost　to　the　top　of
the　gate。　She　went　boldly　across；　and　round　to　the　wharf。

Stooping　from　the　bank；　she　peeped　into　the　cabin；　where　was
a　red　glow　of　fire　and　the　shadowy　figure　of　a　woman。　She　did
want　to　go　down。

〃You'll　mess　your　frock；〃　said　the　man；　warningly。

〃I'll　be　careful；〃　she　answered。　〃May　I　e？〃

〃Ay；　e　if　you　like。〃

She　gathered　her　skirts；　lowered　her　foot　to　the　side　of　the
boat；　and　leapt　down；　laughing。　Coaldust　flew　up。

The　woman　came　to　the　door。　She　was　plump　and　sandyhaired；
young；　with　an　odd；　stubby　nose。

〃Oh；　you　will　make　a　mess　of　yourself；〃　she　cried；
surprised　and　laughing　with　a　little　wonder。

〃I　did　want　to　see。　Isn't　it　love